No itching for seven years, no pain for three years. Another ten years, the feeling brought to me by ten years is always wonderful. Eason's ten years, ten years of abundant books, one decade after another, have accompanied me for ten years, and ten years after that. I like the feeling of coding and reading by myself. Maybe it perfects and enriches my feelings. Ten years ago, I didn't know you, you didn't belong to me. Three more years of life and death, and seven years of separation. In the end, we are still together again, watching the sunset and rising sun ten, twenty, thirty years later. How nice.