"All the brilliance that I have had in my life, it turns out that in the end, I need to use loneliness to repay it."
On April 18 last year, García Márquez passed away. I recall all the shocks he brought to me, from "Dead Leaves" to "One Hundred Years of Solitude", from "The Colonel Who No One Wrote to Him" to "Evil Hours"... All creations from the depths of the soul touch me every moment. I hope that this article can express my condolences to the beloved Mr. Marquez, the creator of Surrealism.
This article is purely based on the personal understanding of One Hundred Years of Solitude. After all, my thoughts and literary skills cannot reach his national level.