Section 1: Preface sequence I went to visit his grave today.His life is like the towering boulder engraved with his name, silent. It has been seven years since Xiaobo left.In seven years, the leaves turned green seven times and turned yellow seven times.The flower bloomed seven times and fell seven times.My life is rushing by between the flowers blooming and fading.And his flower has never bloomed again, withered forever. Looking through the love letters he wrote to me at the beginning, I just feel that there is a sudden separation between yin and yang, and life is really a cruel thing.Since life is so fragile and short, why does God allow it to exist?Since even the best flowers will wither, and even the best love will be annihilated, why does God let it exist?

No one can give me an answer. Maybe there is no answer at all. Li Yinhe April 11, 2004