When geese pass by, they leave a sound; when people pass by, they leave a shadow.
A moment of contemplation, a sudden realization; long memories, lingering emotions; reading the various aspects of life, watching the clouds roll and relax; writing about joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and writing about happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy. . . . . .
If you are tired, please come in, sit down, make a cup of tea, and listen to me slowly describe perhaps the distant past or the recent life.