“Many years later, he passed away. When I wrote his obituary, my fingers were so trembling that I couldn’t even push my glasses. Most of the things in my memory are blurred, only a shadow remains, but suddenly I remember the moment when I was moved by his heart; it was such a very clear feeling. How to describe it, like the wind through the woods, like a deer stepping over a river or stream, like a flower branch caressing the wings of a butterfly; it was unintentional, but vivid and soul-stirring. ——Zhou Yuan”Pessimistic, stern, and has a heart disease shou x deep in closet and gentle doctor gong / short / HE
