The last half of the poem uses the ancient world to express emotion, fusing rationality and emotion, thinking back on how heroic Zhou Yu must have been, how unperturbed and dashing, however the mountains and the rivers remain, but where are the heroes? Then the poet's thoughts turn to his own unrecognized talent, thinking back on heroes from fallen heroes in solitude, and can't help but laugh resignedly at being overcome by thoughts and emotions.

If one line of poetry can represent a poetic movement, I would nominate this line to represent Symbolism. Each time I recite this line, I can't help but think of 'The Sleeping Gypsy', a masterpiece by contemporary French artist Henri Rousseau.

It's been over two years since I last saw my father and the picture that has been burned into my memory is the silhouette of his back. That winter, my grandmother passed away and my father was let off from his job. Those really were times where bad things came in pairs. I travelled from Beijing to Xu Zhou to meet up with my father, so that we could travel home together to attend the funeral. When I saw my father in Xu Zhou and the house in totally disarray, memories of my grandmother came flooding back. Tears stream down my face. My father said: "It is what is is. There's no need to be sad. There's always a way out."

I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.

Seeing all these youthful faces full of enthusiasm and energy makes me think back to my own younger days at the China University of Foreign Affairs. Oh to be young and fancy free! Ha ha.

The next day, Thursday, August 7th, the 32nd day since the girl disappeared, it’s a dark and stormy night. QinYu was in the shop by himself as usual. When washing the glasses, he somehow felt that there was someone staring at him. He couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine. As he turned around, he was shocked by what he saw!!

Ha ha, I noticed that too. Aristocrats at the so-called upper reaches of society are probably accustomed to an extravagant lifestyle and being noticed by others. So they don't get excited easily. Most nouveaux riches, on the other hand, never used to be rich. When they get rich overnight, they can't help showing off all over the place. They don't fit in with real rich people.

Well, of course-- he's my idol. I think he's one of the most influential and talented people of the silent film era. I've always liked his satirical movies and his black humor. Even though they're silent movies, he's able to convey deep meaning with his excellent performances. You can't help laughing, and you can enjoy his send-ups of the dark side of society. At the time, that was really something.