A long time ago, I liked telling stories, telling all kinds of stories, some of which were sad and happy, life and death. I was very emotional when telling them, but after telling them, I felt that I was the most boring person in the world, because the audience for all the stories was only one person, and that was myself.
Everyone said I was crazy, but I didn't know why. I could only look at them, their fear, their contempt, their ugly faces, and then I laughed. Tears would flow out of my eyes when I laughed. Seeing my tears flowing like water, I started telling stories.