1 For the first time in many years, I realized that not only were my car tracks everywhere in this garden, but also my mother’s footprints were everywhere where my car tracks were.

2 I often think that ugly women create beautiful women. I often think that it is the fool who points out the wise man. I often think that it is the coward that contrasts the hero. I often think that Buddha is saved by sentient beings.

3 I can clearly see even now, once one day I have to leave it for a long time, how I will miss it, how I will miss it and dream about it, how I will feel because I don’t have it. Dare to think of it without dreaming of it.

4 Some things are only suitable for collection. You can't talk about it, you can't think about it, but you can't forget it either. They cannot become language, they cannot become language, and once they become language they cease to be them. They are a hazy warmth and loneliness, a mature hope and despair, and their territory is only two places: the heart and the grave. For example, stamps, some are for sending letters, and some are just for collection.