What is the highest state of love in this mortal world? Holding a child's hand is a state, supporting each other is a state, and promising each other life and death is also a state. In this world, there is the most solemn and profound love called mutual dependence. It is a long-lasting penetration, a kind of warmth integrated into each other's lives. In the face of such deep feelings, interpretation seems to be a kind of harm. It is a music that needs to be sung repeatedly in life and constantly missed in the quiet night. Countless people donated the word "swan song" to this song without hesitation. However, as time passed by for thousands of years, we heard a similar sigh again. That sigh gave us a beautiful article worth pondering over and over again, and it also made We have a deeper understanding of the pain in Su Zi's heart. The thousands of years of singing between the two literati tell the most memorable deep feelings in the world. This is "Missing Xiao Shan" and "Remembering Xiao Shan" written by Mr. Ba Jin. Without commenting too much, I have excerpted two of the paragraphs as the end of this article. This is the most profound interpretation of "Jiang Chengzi". In such an era of sentimentality, we are glad that we still have such emotions that are worthy of us forever. Memorial:

She not only shared my pain, but also gave me a lot of comfort and encouragement. ...I walked in and saw her face, and all the dark clouds in my mind dissipated. I can confide any grievances or complaints I have to her. ... She constantly comforted me, expressed trust in me, and felt unfair for me. ...Today, when I think back to the scene at that time, her tear-stained face is still vivid in front of my eyes. How willing I am to let her tears disappear and the smile reappear on her haggard face, even if I lose a few years of my life in exchange for a peaceful night in our family life, I am willing to do so!

She left me for twelve years. Twelve years, such long days and nights. Every time I come home, a smiling face appears in front of me and a friendly voice greets me. However, when I walk into the yard, I only see some tall and short green trees without flowers. When I got up the steps, I looked around. The scene of her leaving home for the last time was still vivid in my mind...

I seemed to be standing on the steps waiting for the car to approach, waiting for someone to come back. Such a long wait. Twelve years. Even in my dream I couldn't hear her clear laughter. All I remember is the children carrying her urn home. This urn was originally placed in my bedroom downstairs on the chest of drawers in front of my bed.

Sadness is useless. I have to end all those dreams. I should cheer up, even for the last time. The urn is still in my home, and my dear face is still imprinted on my heart. She will not leave me and has never left me. Having been a "cow ghost" for ten years, I don't feel alone. I still have the courage to take steps towards my ultimate goal - death. My relics will be dedicated to the country, and my ashes will be mixed with her ashes and spread in the garden as fertilizer for the flowers and trees.