Yi An, how are you? You once chanted: "Search. It's cold and quiet. It's sad and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's hard to give up. How can you defeat him with three glasses of two light wine? It's windy at night." At that time, you were probably in the darkest moment of your life. Once upon a time, "when you bought a piece of spring on a flower pole, you wanted to release it. Your tears were light and uniform, and you still had traces of rosy clouds and dew. Afraid Lang guessed that slave noodles were not as good as flower noodles." Now, "I will not live on the cold branches, and the lonely sandbar is cold." Even though you have experienced so many changes, you are still resolute, strong, true, free and easy. You are sensitive to tears, reason and life. "Life is a hero, and death is a ghost." This is a true portrayal of your life. Life is as beautiful as summer flowers, and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves. It can't be better to describe you. Dear Yi An, I wish you a happy life in the afterlife!