During the epidemic, I have been recording video programs, and the response from the audience has been excellent, and finally when the three years of the epidemic have passed, what I didn't expect was that my wife suddenly fell at home, and when I rushed over to help her, I also fell and broke my pelvis. Because of this accident, my wife, who was so respectful to me, passed away.
The injured are recovering day by day, and now they have moved out of their original home, lived in a hotel, and are taken care of by several colleagues every day, watching TV in their spare time, occasionally going out for a stroll, sometimes visiting by friends, but also living comfortably, and even went to Kuala Lumpur and Singapore to hold two calligraphy exhibitions, fulfilling the original promise.
At this stage, there are no regrets, this book records some of my past events over the decades, most of which are happy memories. People often ask me on the Internet, do you have any regrets or regrets in this life? How could it not be? But what is the use of speaking out about sorrow? Let's just remember the happy things.
So, my answer will always be the same sentence: "I lived."