It has been 24 years since my father passed away. The year he passed away was the Year of the Horse. After two reincarnations, another Year of the Horse has come. When I look back at his life at my current age, I can understand him a little better at that time. A living person has almost no trace left in this world. The cemetery is renewed every twenty years, and it has already been renewed once. I want to compile and publish the essays my father wrote during his lifetime. Although neither he nor I are just careless, I want to leave some traces and thoughts in this world.
Purpose: commemoration