We have suffered and endured grievances, but we have also experienced love and even fantasized about happiness. We should let people who live for generations know: who caused the disaster; Who turned a deaf ear to our appeal and ignored our yearning for a beautiful and peaceful lifestyle; What a fucking invention, for what nasty benefit, let us disappear into the universe. Marquez's "I'm not here to give a speech" is mellow and elegant, and a leaf is gently shaken into a faint fragrance. At night, when the broken rain lightly steps on the cold window, I unload my noisy mood, make a pot of green tea and drink with the lamp. Under the porch window, the cool wind caught the rain. In the humble room, the dark orange light is yellow and warm. Sit by the window, brush books and read. If the ink is deep for a long time, it is as intoxicating as a cup of tea