At first I thought I was writing other people's stories, but later I discovered that those other people's stories were all deeply or superficially related to me. Or maybe our lives are very similar. We have all experienced the innocence of youth, the rebellion of adolescence, the inner conflicts and struggles as we gradually mature, and the fear of facing the end of life until we learn to face everything calmly and return to peace. It's just that the forms presented are different, so the stories told by each person are also different. I am grateful that I can still have my feet on the earth, my head on the sky, breath of fresh air, and my limbs are intact. I can still go far away and read some people's stories (everyone is a wordless book), unlike Tao Ran, who can no longer open his eyes to take a look at this wonderful world.