1. I'm lonely, because I think I'm over eighty years old. Where am I alone, in front of me, is it a past era? Behind me, where is the next generation? . As the leaves of Sanqiu grow old, they gradually fade away. Young people don't understand each other like what the Japanese call "new humans". Will I leave this world with these secrets? So I'm lonely.

I'm afraid because I'm afraid that once these rare experiences disappear, the lessons gained at the expense of countless millions of people will be difficult to exert their "social benefits." I'm afraid it's very difficult to learn such a lesson again. So I'm scared.

Besides sadness, loneliness and fear, I have a firm belief. If we write down the story of this disaster truthfully, it will become a mirror of our great nation. Always look in this mirror, there will be unlimited benefits. It will tell us what to do and what not to do, and it will never do any harm.