They are ordinary people among all living beings, and their stories are the stories of all living beings.
After she left, I was alone on the balcony at dusk when I suddenly saw a tall building in the distance. There was a large piece of carmine on the edge. I thought it was the reflection of the setting sun on the glass window. When I looked again, it was the moon of the Lantern Festival, rising red. I thought: "These are troubled times." ——Zhang Ailing
Intention: I picked up the story and forgot about it after reading it.