Sixteen Letters of Thanks and a Song of Confession

Hamlet said, "Which is nobler, to suffer in silence the tyrannical arrows of fortune, or to stand up against the boundless miseries of life, and sweep them away by struggle?" He did not find the answer, but perhaps he did, in Laertes' poisoned sword, in the final struggle. But I think I may have found my answer, of course, it's not that noble - I am just a hermit crab that stops from time to time to look for shells in the river of time. Time flows slowly backwards, and the hermit crab stands in the past, looking for its shell in the past. When you find a suitable one, Meimei shrinks in, and then finally moves forward. When the suffering of eating is about to burst the shell, you stop and get a new one. So I am a person without a present and a future. All my present has become a shell of the past, and all my future is not yet in the future. There is nothing to pick up the pen for, it is just to put those old shells in a good place, that's all. I can't bear to leave them.