Chapter 35 A Dream on New Year's Eve, 1921

A lively and brave daughter and I built a future world in our dreams, but that world was destroyed, and we committed suicide because of it. It seems as if from her and my hands, a future golden world has been created. I never thought that this world could be created, and I never dared to think that she would create it. However, it seemed as if from my hands and hers , resulting in a future golden world! The joyous lantern in the soul has just been lit, and the light is filled with the supernatural—majestic. A gust of wind blows, all phenomena are wiped out, people's voices are approaching, it seems that there is no way to go, and there is no home to return to.

I stood among many unsympathetic human beings, looked at them and said, "Yes, we made this world, and we will never go away, and we killed ourselves, okay?" They just stood around with a sneer, and my companion sat there with her head bowed. I don't know if she also has the determination to commit suicide. With a glass of poisonous water in my hand, I walked over and touched her shoulder and said, "Look—what about you?" She nodded with a smile, "Plato! I follow you." I raised my head and took a sip And exhausted——the chest was slightly hot. She also stood up suddenly, looking at me, I don't know where she got a bow from... Poor!The arrow is like a spring... She's been- my chest is so hot.

Sobbing—— During the struggle, the sound of the pendulum gradually became real, the room was still dark, there seemed to be a slight fire in the stove outside the curtain, and the branches of the trees supporting the night were faintly exposed by the window screen,—— Slowly calm down God. Where did this come from!Where is the golden world in the future?Where is the creative spirit?Where is the wrist of struggle, and where is the courage to sacrifice? Is the end of struggle suicide? Why can't I be moved by my own suicide, but cry bitterly when I see others committing suicide? Companion!Although I don't know you, I will never forget your spirit of sacrifice!

Humans!Do you really have no sympathy?Are we really going to tear down this golden world that has been created? It was the last night of 1920, and when the sun came back, it was the beginning of 1921. Menger!Might as well still realize it in my hands and hers! Companion!You and I are ready: creation-struggle-sacrifice! Early on January 1, 1921, the pen name was Wanying. )