As clear and pure as a lotus, as tender as water, as white as clouds, as colorful as a rainbow, it is the water of father's love. The sun shines on the grass and trees, and the hut is filled with moonlight. That was the Zeguang hut that Jiang Fu and I dreamed of... My father's love and death, and the shattering of the dream of Zeguang hut finally made me understand what life is. Some stories have passed and ended in tragedy like movies. Fortunately, we can still live with comedy. Our hearts will become richer and more solid as a result.