This is a note, my old beast. So, I called him: Notes of the Beast. [Book group: 211580679. Ask friends to insert strongly!] In my sadness today, the most bitter thing is the memory of my joy yesterday. The memory is A way of coming together. Forgetting is a way of freedom. Except for the dark road, one cannot reach the dawn. Unless my heart is broken, how can it be opened? ——Excerpt from "Wei Yan"