[Short Preface to the Literary Edition] I chatted alone, and watched the vicissitudes of life while alone. He was the pursuit that I could not get in my life, such as the teardrop of the beautiful dragon on the East China Sea before his death, the lingering fragrance left by the end of the osmanthus tree after the end of autumn; the shooting stars that flashed across the sky; the unique orchid in the deep mountains. He may have hurriedly passed through my life. The annual rings of the years rotate day and night. I look up at the mountains and rivers, observe the latitude and longitude of the sky, and watch the ups and downs of the mountains and rivers. But he was like evaporating from the world, disappearing without leaving any trace after he came.
This is a bizarre and heart-warming article, dedicated to those who are rewarded for their passionate efforts.