The beauty of life lies in "being able to love, to hate, to laugh, to cry, to sing, to speak, to run, to move, to be accompanied by the red, to live, to be jealous as if in enmity, to live passionately..." All of this, I have experienced in my lifetime! I have "lived", and have not let this life down.

Aunt Qiong Yao's tragic farewell letter leaves one feeling regretful, how many young people's memories!