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There is no light, no light can be seen. The darkness outside the city is real darkness. The dark wind, the dark road, the dark wilderness and us. Like a bunch of rats in the wild, no, the rats are still free. We are imprisoned rats, juggling in the streets during the day. But there is still joy in juggling. We must kneel down and face the world. No matter how bright the sun is, it cannot shine on our hearts. We beg for a lot of money, fill other people's pockets, and turn it into mansions, cars, women, and dogs. We were cold, hungry, dirty, sick, and were always beaten, scolded, and even injured, maimed, or even killed. Are the stars twinkling all over the sky? The moons in the wilderness are always cold, and they only add to the darkness. Father Zhang chased us away like a chicken, and the small sheds in the suburbs were endlessly far away.

This is a long prose by the famous writer Han Qingchen describing every detail of his father's life after he fell ill. His father spent his whole life supporting a sky for his wife and children. He was a stalwart and proud man. My father maintains a lifelong relationship with my mother because of his sense of responsibility. He is affectionate and righteous. The father struggled helplessly between responsibility and true love. This love was like silent lava, rushing and roaring silently. After falling ill, his father became strong and brave, but he also cherished the love between his children. Han Qingchen wrote down everything that happened during his father's hospitalization for cancer in a diary style. The author, who is not a medical professional, skillfully used various medical terminology, treatment plans, medication status, the amount of bile drainage, including his father's daily food intake, amount of exercise... The trivial and detailed record is a daughter's love.