For seven whole nights, I danced to the sound of the flute over and over again, creating my own elegance. Every gesture, every frown, every smile was filled with sorrow. Even if there are thousands of splendors, they are just passing smoke and fleeting. However, this dance music is extremely enthusiastic and wanton. The rampant enthusiasm of every move is a sign of the next step, and the wanton prosperity of every move is a sign of the next step of great tragedy. When I was still young, my father played the flute for me, and I shocked the whole city with my dance. After the dance, my father simply said: "You still lack a flute player." Later, I met him.