During the Spring Festival, when I was in an inn in a foreign land, I suddenly lost interest in going out for fun. Because those sad past events followed me like a shadow, I had an urge to write a little bit. While writing, I had a heart-piercing feeling, and after I finished writing, I felt exhausted, but it seemed to have settled down. It is difficult to travel lightly without brushing off the dust from your soul.
My reality is so rough and painful. It would be more appropriate if these stories happened around 1900, but they happened to be in modern times.
My ancestor was a Jinshi in the late Qing Dynasty, and he was considered a figure in that small town. He developed a large number of relatives in a mixed manner. Although the domino effect caused by the collapse of the Shanghai stock market during the civil war later caused the collapse of many of the family's businesses, a group of people are still there. The specter of the old culture has always shrouded the family, so much so that it has tenaciously hurt the hearts and even the hearts of our generation.
I also watched other people floating up and down in the sea of people. I felt that actually everyone was carrying suffering and seeking happiness, but the suffering they carried was different. The so-called happy life is similar, and each unhappy life has its own misfortunes. So I stopped complaining about my fate and became a lot more tolerant and calm.
"I don't know if I should look back
Still waiting here
Unknowingly
The tears have already flowed. "