“… He passed away many years later. When I wrote his obituary, my fingers trembled so much I couldn’t even push the lens. Most things in my impression have been blurred, leaving only a shadow. I suddenly remembered the moment when I fell in love with him. This feeling is very clear. How can I describe it better — like the wind passing through the trees, like a deer stepping over a river, like a branch of a flower caressing a butterfly’s wings. It happens to be inadvertent, but oh-so vivid and soul-stirring.” ——Zhou Yuan Pessimistic, glum, and has a heart disease shou x deep in the closet and gentle doctor gong / Short / HE