I am very familiar with these customs and habits that I have experienced since childhood. I admire these complex and meticulous processes. Whenever I see the solemn expressions of the old people presiding over weddings and funerals, it makes me feel that this ceremony is solemn and solemn, and I respect it from the bottom of my heart. Of course, there are also those people who live in simple villages, who are warm-hearted and kind, and have some cute little calculations... I have always wanted to record these. This was my original purpose in writing this novel. While in college, I read Xiao Hong's "The Story of Hulan River". She wrote in the article: "My grandfather used to live in the small town of Hulan River, and now he is buried. When I was born, my grandfather was already over sixty years old. When I was four or five years old, my grandfather was almost seventy. Before I was twenty, my grandfather was seventy or eighty years old. As soon as my grandfather passed eighty, he died. Since then, the owner of the back garden has disappeared. The old master died, and the younger master fled. The butterflies, grasshoppers, and dragonflies in that garden may still be there every year, or maybe they are completely deserted now. The small cucumbers and big winter melons may still be planted every year, but maybe they are gone now..." I suddenly felt very sad. My grandparents also lived in that village, and now, my grandma is no longer here. Apart from these memories, I have nothing left. And the uncles, uncles, grandparents, and grandparents in my memory are no longer what I remember. So I had a strong creative impulse. This is the background of my novel - a funeral.