Nowadays, I am busy in the world and have accomplished nothing. Suddenly I think of all the women of that day. I examine them one by one and I feel that their behavior, behavior and knowledge are all superior to mine. How can I, a dignified man, be inferior to that girl's hairpin? If you are truly ashamed, you will have more than enough, but if you regret it, it will be of no use. It will be a day when there is nothing you can do! At this time, I want to forget the kindness of God and ancestors that I relied on in the past. When I was a dandy, I was very happy and fat, I failed in the education of my father and brother, I failed in the virtue of teachers and friends, and now I have failed to achieve anything. Regarding the crime of being born in poverty, I compiled an episode to tell the people of the world: My sin is inevitable, but there are always people in my boudoir, and I must not protect myself and destroy them all because of my dishonesty. Although today's thatch rafters, canopied roofs, tile stoves and rope beds, the morning and evening winds and dew, and the willows and garden flowers on the steps, they have not hindered my ability to write and write. Although I have not learned yet and have no writing, why not use false language to stage a story, which can also make the boudoir famous, restore the eyes of the world, and break people's depression? Isn't it appropriate?