Qiong Yao’s suicide note video full version! The last appearance revealed everything: This is your own choice
At about 13:22 on December 4, the well-known Taiwanese writer Qiong Yao committed suicide at her home in Tamsui District, New Taipei City. She was 86 years old. Qiong Yao, whose real name is Chen Zhe, is a writer, screenwriter, lyricist, and film and television producer. Originally from Hengyang, Hunan, he was born in Chengdu, Sichuan in 1938. In 1949, he moved to Taiwan from the mainland with his parents. When he was 16, he published the novel "Cloud Shadow" under the pen name Xinru. When he was 25, he published his first novel "Outside the Window". Over the years, he has written He keeps working hard, and his representative works include "Misty Rain", "A Few Red Sunsets", "Flying Colorful Clouds", "Where the Seagulls Fly", "Thousands of Knots in the Heart", "A Dream Behind the Curtain", "On the Side of the Water", " "I am a cloud", "The courtyard is deep", etc.
Many of her works have been adapted into movies and TV shows, and Qiong Yao has also entered the film and television industry. The "Six Dreams" series, "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms" series, "Huan Zhuge Ge" series, etc. have had a profound influence and become the director of several TV dramas. A memory shared by generations of readers and viewers.
Qiong Yao weaves twists and turns and moving stories with smooth and beautiful writing. Her longing for dreams and persistence in love are closely integrated with the popular culture of the general public. It has been popular for more than half a century and has become a very important literary classic in the Chinese world.
In October this year, Qiong Yao A new revised version of Qiong Yao's autobiography "My Story" was launched by Writers Publishing House. From the love for literature in childhood to the confusion and struggle in adolescence, the book outlines the journey of an ordinary girl who transformed into a famous writer with sincere writing. Ms. Qiong Yao also spoke affectionately about her acquaintance, falling in love, and facing the ups and downs of life together with Mr. Ping Xintao.
[Postscript to my autobiography "My Story"]
Just like what I wrote in "The Origin", this book turned out to be in 1988, when I returned to the mainland for the first time and saw countless reports about me. The book described my life in a far-fetched way, which gave me the idea of writing a "true" autobiography. Therefore, the original version of "My Story" was completed in 1989. That version ended when Xintao and I got married. I never expected that forty-five years have passed since I got married. These forty-five years are equivalent to the second half of my life. There are more stories that have happened, and the joys, sorrows, and joys I have faced have become more intense. I never expected that today, when I am eighty-six years old, and given the trend of the times, I would reorganize all my works and publish a "Century Collection Collection". This complete set would not be complete if it lacks "My Story". If I want to include this book, I have to make up for it in the second half of my life. Even if I write it roughly, there should be an explanation.
Before, I have said that true stories are difficult to write because they involve many real people. Humans are very strange animals. They invented "writing", "clothing", "science", "medicine", and invented too many things that other animals cannot do. will be invented. Therefore, human beings are the "spirit of all things". The spirit of all things is so powerful that it has invented "law", "marriage", "politics", "morality", "filial piety"...all kinds of things to "manage" human beings. Because human minds are ever-changing, human emotions are ever-changing, and human behavior is also ever-changing... Systems must be established to manage them. Human beings with such heavy management are still extremely complex, and almost every system has loopholes. Because human beings can still lie, hate and retaliate, and can whitewash peace... In my book "Before the Snowflakes Fall," which I completed in 2017, I wrote this passage: "Real life There is too much hypocrisy in it. Once you write the truth, the hypocrisy will Jump out to bite you like a pack of beasts!"
I understand this, but if I were to write an autobiography, I could only delete the plot of my life, but I couldn't make up the story. Therefore, in the 1989 version, many plots have been simplified or deleted by me. At that time, I did not have such a profound understanding of human nature, and my simplification and deletion were mainly to protect the people I loved.I remember that the first version of "My Story" was completed in mainland China. At that time, we were staying at the Huatian Hotel in Changsha, hosted by Hunan TV Station, and Xintao and I were given the entire presidential suite. There are several suites in that suite. I am writing this "My Story" in the study. Hunan TV's deputy director, secretary, public relations... and several female staff are all accompanying Xintao in the living room. After I finished writing, I felt that the atmosphere in the living room was a bit strange. I walked to the door of the living room and peeked quietly, only to see Xintao "telling stories" to everyone who entertained him. Not only were all the people listening to the story moved, There were several ladies there wiping away tears frequently. I listened carefully and found out that what Xintao was talking about was exactly our story, and he was talking about the scene of "Wulai Mountain Top, the car rushing towards the cliff". Everyone who listened was so moved. However, in my version at that time, I deliberately avoided this paragraph and did not include it in the book. At that time, I shouted in surprise:
"Xintao! How dare you even say this! I don't even dare to write it!"
:
"The real facts, why don't you write it? If what happened that day didn't happen, or you were already married to someone else!"
"Oh?" I looked at him in amazement and asked, "Can I write it? Don't you avoid it?"
"If you want to write our story, as long as it is what really happened, don't avoid it. If you are like this It's also taboo, that's also taboo , is it still a 'true story'?"
"Okay!" I turned around and ran back to the study, "I will rewrite this paragraph!"
I rewrote that paragraph in the hotel and completed the original version of "My Story". (Note: I wrote it first "Wulai" refers to Wulai before 1970. At that time, there were no roads in Wulai. There were only gravel roads open to traffic in both directions. One side of the road was a mountain wall and the other side was a cliff. Beside the cliff, every few steps The distance is separated by simple cement blocks, which serve as guardrails. It is quite dangerous to miss a car.)
This time, I have to reorganize the complete collection. I must add the forty-five years after this book. For me, this is another time. A very difficult thing. Because my experiences in my later years were all written down in my other book "Before the Snowflakes Fall". If I write about it again, it will inevitably be repeated. If I don't write it down, if I read this book alone, there will be omissions. I can only try my best to add that some plots are also explained in a vague way. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. I didn’t want to make this book very lengthy. Some of it was supplemented by words I had written before. For example, my “television career” was replaced by a piece called “Every Word Returns a Pearl.” In 2015, the simplified Chinese version of "My Story" was published again, and I was asked to write the rest of the story. At that time, Xintao was already suffering from dementia. Under the care of me who was exhausted both physically and mentally, how could I have the mood to continue writing? What's more, Xintao's children are afraid that outsiders will know every time their father is sick. Once, even Xintao said to me angrily: "Is it my fault for being sick? Do you have to hide yourself when you are sick? Why can't you tell me when you are sick? A friend said? "
people, even if they are related by blood, sometimes have very different concepts. Therefore, in that edition, I only added a postscript to explain the characters around me and their subsequent situations. I did not have the time or emotion to really make up for it. I even avoided talking about my "dire straits" at that time. This time, my supplement is complete, but it will be truly complete if readers can read it together with "Before the Snowflakes Fall." Is
"My Story" finished? I have no idea. Because I haven’t turned into dust yet! Every time I thought the story was over, a new story would unexpectedly appear, making me inevitably involved in the story. After going through the "life and death crisis" of Xintao's intubation, I believe that human beings' coming to this world is a journey of suffering, and how to stand upright in suffering is the greatest knowledge. I have gone through a lot of ups and downs in my life, and I have experienced a lot of pain. I was able to turn dangers into safety, all thanks to my own superstition, and the biggest reason is the superstition that there is "love" in the world. If one day I find that everyone in the world has lost the instinct of love, I believe that my spiritual support will collapse accordingly.In the past few years, the "big storms" in my life have almost never stopped. I still firmly believe that these storms happen because "there is love in the world"! The "conflict of love" is sometimes more intense than the "conflict of hate"!
Writing this, I remembered again what Xintao said when my mother scolded him and locked him out. He waited for me in the car all night and saw me: "Time will tell everything!" I will spend my whole life to prove my love for you! "
I believed him at that time. Today, more than fifty years later, when he finally passed away, I still believe in him!
not only believes in him, I also thank him. In my long life, he allowed me to complete so many books, let me have so many stories happen (many of them are because of him), and let me know that only in old age can I "grow up". Let me...always believe in love! Yes, you can't be too demanding about life. In love, you must tolerate each other's shortcomings! This has always been what I insisted on, and I still insist on it. Because, in life, there is only the emotion of "love", which is beautiful, happy, and romantic, and it is what he once gave me.
This year, I am eighty-six years old. After his fall, and without his help, I published seven more new books, bringing the total to seventy-two! I also did a lot of things, and for a time I became the "General Counselor of the Love Industry Chain" in Kaohsiung City. To celebrate my "sixtieth writing anniversary", I published "Outside the Window" again. For the first time in my life, I stepped on the stage of the Taipei Arena and expressed my belief in love in front of the audience who came to attend the "Qiong Yao 60th Anniversary Concert" and "When That Song Rings"! I was so excited that night! The publication of the last book "Qiong Zhang Yao Ju" completed my writing career. This "journey of life" is truly tortuous, bizarre and rich. There is sadness and joy, laughter and tears. Now, I have the last mile left. Thanks to him for inspiring me with his story, never to follow in his footsteps. Today, as I write this, the setting sun outside the window is waving to me with its bright red color! What a beautiful sky! It reminds me of another little poem I wrote after I moved into Shuangying Building:
I have a piece of sky
I often cannot see it
I am buried in front of my desk
Text replaces the sky
Now I suddenly discovered
I have a piece of sky
The color changes from time to time
There are many things happening
Sometimes the clouds are lingering
There are Shixia is amazing
Sometimes dark clouds rise
Sometimes the sun sets
I have a piece of sky
Be an actor for me
Even if I don’t watch it
It can’t be finished
The past has become smoke
Now everything is left to chance
Happiness and elegance are here
Heaven
Yes, I will be happy, free and graceful until the last days of my life. It has been nine years since 2015 to today, and I have finally gotten over the pain. "Three years of recuperation are bloody, but the love in the past cannot be broken." This is a sentence I wrote in "My Soul Code". However, "My Soul Code" has been refrigerated, and I have never let anyone know that I am "recuperating". Pain is a kind of "tempering" in life. People who have not been tempered by pain are immature.Finally, "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains"! I got through it! Today, I am very satisfied because I have a piece of the sky! Because, I always believe in love! My word "love" covers a wide range of countries, society, family, friends, readers, fans... I have always given a lot of love, and I have always received a lot of love! This life is worth it!
Qiong Yao
Written in Tamsui Shuangying Building
May 16, 2024
Revised late at night on May 31, 2024
"Xintao! How dare you even say this! I don't even dare to write it!"
:
"The real facts, why don't you write it? If what happened that day didn't happen, or you were already married to someone else!"
"Oh?" I looked at him in amazement and asked, "Can I write it? Don't you avoid it?"
"If you want to write our story, as long as it is what really happened, don't avoid it. If you are like this It's also taboo, that's also taboo , is it still a 'true story'?"
"Okay!" I turned around and ran back to the study, "I will rewrite this paragraph!"
I rewrote that paragraph in the hotel and completed the original version of "My Story". (Note: I wrote it first "Wulai" refers to Wulai before 1970. At that time, there were no roads in Wulai. There were only gravel roads open to traffic in both directions. One side of the road was a mountain wall and the other side was a cliff. Beside the cliff, every few steps The distance is separated by simple cement blocks, which serve as guardrails. It is quite dangerous to miss a car.)
This time, I have to reorganize the complete collection. I must add the forty-five years after this book. For me, this is another time. A very difficult thing. Because my experiences in my later years were all written down in my other book "Before the Snowflakes Fall". If I write about it again, it will inevitably be repeated. If I don't write it down, if I read this book alone, there will be omissions. I can only try my best to add that some plots are also explained in a vague way. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. I didn’t want to make this book very lengthy. Some of it was supplemented by words I had written before. For example, my “television career” was replaced by a piece called “Every Word Returns a Pearl.” In 2015, the simplified Chinese version of "My Story" was published again, and I was asked to write the rest of the story. At that time, Xintao was already suffering from dementia. Under the care of me who was exhausted both physically and mentally, how could I have the mood to continue writing? What's more, Xintao's children are afraid that outsiders will know every time their father is sick. Once, even Xintao said to me angrily: "Is it my fault for being sick? Do you have to hide yourself when you are sick? Why can't you tell me when you are sick? A friend said? "
people, even if they are related by blood, sometimes have very different concepts. Therefore, in that edition, I only added a postscript to explain the characters around me and their subsequent situations. I did not have the time or emotion to really make up for it. I even avoided talking about my "dire straits" at that time. This time, my supplement is complete, but it will be truly complete if readers can read it together with "Before the Snowflakes Fall." Is
"My Story" finished? I have no idea. Because I haven’t turned into dust yet! Every time I thought the story was over, a new story would unexpectedly appear, making me inevitably involved in the story. After going through the "life and death crisis" of Xintao's intubation, I believe that human beings' coming to this world is a journey of suffering, and how to stand upright in suffering is the greatest knowledge. I have gone through a lot of ups and downs in my life, and I have experienced a lot of pain. I was able to turn dangers into safety, all thanks to my own superstition, and the biggest reason is the superstition that there is "love" in the world. If one day I find that everyone in the world has lost the instinct of love, I believe that my spiritual support will collapse accordingly.In the past few years, the "big storms" in my life have almost never stopped. I still firmly believe that these storms happen because "there is love in the world"! The "conflict of love" is sometimes more intense than the "conflict of hate"!
Writing this, I remembered again what Xintao said when my mother scolded him and locked him out. He waited for me in the car all night and saw me: "Time will tell everything!" I will spend my whole life to prove my love for you! "
I believed him at that time. Today, more than fifty years later, when he finally passed away, I still believe in him!
not only believes in him, I also thank him. In my long life, he allowed me to complete so many books, let me have so many stories happen (many of them are because of him), and let me know that only in old age can I "grow up". Let me...always believe in love! Yes, you can't be too demanding about life. In love, you must tolerate each other's shortcomings! This has always been what I insisted on, and I still insist on it. Because, in life, there is only the emotion of "love", which is beautiful, happy, and romantic, and it is what he once gave me.
This year, I am eighty-six years old. After his fall, and without his help, I published seven more new books, bringing the total to seventy-two! I also did a lot of things, and for a time I became the "General Counselor of the Love Industry Chain" in Kaohsiung City. To celebrate my "sixtieth writing anniversary", I published "Outside the Window" again. For the first time in my life, I stepped on the stage of the Taipei Arena and expressed my belief in love in front of the audience who came to attend the "Qiong Yao 60th Anniversary Concert" and "When That Song Rings"! I was so excited that night! The publication of the last book "Qiong Zhang Yao Ju" completed my writing career. This "journey of life" is truly tortuous, bizarre and rich. There is sadness and joy, laughter and tears. Now, I have the last mile left. Thanks to him for inspiring me with his story, never to follow in his footsteps. Today, as I write this, the setting sun outside the window is waving to me with its bright red color! What a beautiful sky! It reminds me of another little poem I wrote after I moved into Shuangying Building:
I have a piece of sky
I often cannot see it
I am buried in front of my desk
Text replaces the sky
Now I suddenly discovered
I have a piece of sky
The color changes from time to time
There are many things happening
Sometimes the clouds are lingering
There are Shixia is amazing
Sometimes dark clouds rise
Sometimes the sun sets
I have a piece of sky
Be an actor for me
Even if I don’t watch it
It can’t be finished
The past has become smoke
Now everything is left to chance
Happiness and elegance are here
Heaven
Yes, I will be happy, free and graceful until the last days of my life. It has been nine years since 2015 to today, and I have finally gotten over the pain. "Three years of recuperation are bloody, but the love in the past cannot be broken." This is a sentence I wrote in "My Soul Code". However, "My Soul Code" has been refrigerated, and I have never let anyone know that I am "recuperating". Pain is a kind of "tempering" in life. People who have not been tempered by pain are immature.
Qiong Yao’s suicide note video full version! The last appearance revealed everything: This is your own choice
At about 13:22 on December 4, the well-known Taiwanese writer Qiong Yao committed suicide at her home in Tamsui District, New Taipei City. She was 86 years old. Qiong Yao, whose real name is Chen Zhe, is a writer, screenwriter, lyricist, and film and television producer. Originally from Hengyang, Hunan, he was born in Chengdu, Sichuan in 1938. In 1949, he moved to Taiwan from the mainland with his parents. When he was 16, he published the novel "Cloud Shadow" under the pen name Xinru. When he was 25, he published his first novel "Outside the Window". Over the years, he has written He keeps working hard, and his representative works include "Misty Rain", "A Few Red Sunsets", "Flying Colorful Clouds", "Where the Seagulls Fly", "Thousands of Knots in the Heart", "A Dream Behind the Curtain", "On the Side of the Water", " "I am a cloud", "The courtyard is deep", etc.
Many of her works have been adapted into movies and TV shows, and Qiong Yao has also entered the film and television industry. The "Six Dreams" series, "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms" series, "Huan Zhuge Ge" series, etc. have had a profound influence and become the director of several TV dramas. A memory shared by generations of readers and viewers.
Qiong Yao weaves twists and turns and moving stories with smooth and beautiful writing. Her longing for dreams and persistence in love are closely integrated with the popular culture of the general public. It has been popular for more than half a century and has become a very important literary classic in the Chinese world.
In October this year, Qiong Yao A new revised version of Qiong Yao's autobiography "My Story" was launched by Writers Publishing House. From the love for literature in childhood to the confusion and struggle in adolescence, the book outlines the journey of an ordinary girl who transformed into a famous writer with sincere writing. Ms. Qiong Yao also spoke affectionately about her acquaintance, falling in love, and facing the ups and downs of life together with Mr. Ping Xintao.
[Postscript to my autobiography "My Story"]
Just like what I wrote in "The Origin", this book turned out to be in 1988, when I returned to the mainland for the first time and saw countless reports about me. The book described my life in a far-fetched way, which gave me the idea of writing a "true" autobiography. Therefore, the original version of "My Story" was completed in 1989. That version ended when Xintao and I got married. I never expected that forty-five years have passed since I got married. These forty-five years are equivalent to the second half of my life. There are more stories that have happened, and the joys, sorrows, and joys I have faced have become more intense. I never expected that today, when I am eighty-six years old, and given the trend of the times, I would reorganize all my works and publish a "Century Collection Collection". This complete set would not be complete if it lacks "My Story". If I want to include this book, I have to make up for it in the second half of my life. Even if I write it roughly, there should be an explanation.
Before, I have said that true stories are difficult to write because they involve many real people. Humans are very strange animals. They invented "writing", "clothing", "science", "medicine", and invented too many things that other animals cannot do. will be invented. Therefore, human beings are the "spirit of all things". The spirit of all things is so powerful that it has invented "law", "marriage", "politics", "morality", "filial piety"...all kinds of things to "manage" human beings. Because human minds are ever-changing, human emotions are ever-changing, and human behavior is also ever-changing... Systems must be established to manage them. Human beings with such heavy management are still extremely complex, and almost every system has loopholes. Because human beings can still lie, hate and retaliate, and can whitewash peace... In my book "Before the Snowflakes Fall," which I completed in 2017, I wrote this passage: "Real life There is too much hypocrisy in it. Once you write the truth, the hypocrisy will Jump out to bite you like a pack of beasts!"
I understand this, but if I were to write an autobiography, I could only delete the plot of my life, but I couldn't make up the story. Therefore, in the 1989 version, many plots have been simplified or deleted by me. At that time, I did not have such a profound understanding of human nature, and my simplification and deletion were mainly to protect the people I loved.I remember that the first version of "My Story" was completed in mainland China. At that time, we were staying at the Huatian Hotel in Changsha, hosted by Hunan TV Station, and Xintao and I were given the entire presidential suite. There are several suites in that suite. I am writing this "My Story" in the study. Hunan TV's deputy director, secretary, public relations... and several female staff are all accompanying Xintao in the living room. After I finished writing, I felt that the atmosphere in the living room was a bit strange. I walked to the door of the living room and peeked quietly, only to see Xintao "telling stories" to everyone who entertained him. Not only were all the people listening to the story moved, There were several ladies there wiping away tears frequently. I listened carefully and found out that what Xintao was talking about was exactly our story, and he was talking about the scene of "Wulai Mountain Top, the car rushing towards the cliff". Everyone who listened was so moved. However, in my version at that time, I deliberately avoided this paragraph and did not include it in the book. At that time, I shouted in surprise:
"Xintao! How dare you even say this! I don't even dare to write it!"
:
"The real facts, why don't you write it? If what happened that day didn't happen, or you were already married to someone else!"
"Oh?" I looked at him in amazement and asked, "Can I write it? Don't you avoid it?"
"If you want to write our story, as long as it is what really happened, don't avoid it. If you are like this It's also taboo, that's also taboo , is it still a 'true story'?"
"Okay!" I turned around and ran back to the study, "I will rewrite this paragraph!"
I rewrote that paragraph in the hotel and completed the original version of "My Story". (Note: I wrote it first "Wulai" refers to Wulai before 1970. At that time, there were no roads in Wulai. There were only gravel roads open to traffic in both directions. One side of the road was a mountain wall and the other side was a cliff. Beside the cliff, every few steps The distance is separated by simple cement blocks, which serve as guardrails. It is quite dangerous to miss a car.)
This time, I have to reorganize the complete collection. I must add the forty-five years after this book. For me, this is another time. A very difficult thing. Because my experiences in my later years were all written down in my other book "Before the Snowflakes Fall". If I write about it again, it will inevitably be repeated. If I don't write it down, if I read this book alone, there will be omissions. I can only try my best to add that some plots are also explained in a vague way. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. I didn’t want to make this book very lengthy. Some of it was supplemented by words I had written before. For example, my “television career” was replaced by a piece called “Every Word Returns a Pearl.” In 2015, the simplified Chinese version of "My Story" was published again, and I was asked to write the rest of the story. At that time, Xintao was already suffering from dementia. Under the care of me who was exhausted both physically and mentally, how could I have the mood to continue writing? What's more, Xintao's children are afraid that outsiders will know every time their father is sick. Once, even Xintao said to me angrily: "Is it my fault for being sick? Do you have to hide yourself when you are sick? Why can't you tell me when you are sick? A friend said? "
people, even if they are related by blood, sometimes have very different concepts. Therefore, in that edition, I only added a postscript to explain the characters around me and their subsequent situations. I did not have the time or emotion to really make up for it. I even avoided talking about my "dire straits" at that time. This time, my supplement is complete, but it will be truly complete if readers can read it together with "Before the Snowflakes Fall." Is
"My Story" finished? I have no idea. Because I haven’t turned into dust yet! Every time I thought the story was over, a new story would unexpectedly appear, making me inevitably involved in the story. After going through the "life and death crisis" of Xintao's intubation, I believe that human beings' coming to this world is a journey of suffering, and how to stand upright in suffering is the greatest knowledge. I have gone through a lot of ups and downs in my life, and I have experienced a lot of pain. I was able to turn dangers into safety, all thanks to my own superstition, and the biggest reason is the superstition that there is "love" in the world. If one day I find that everyone in the world has lost the instinct of love, I believe that my spiritual support will collapse accordingly.In the past few years, the "big storms" in my life have almost never stopped. I still firmly believe that these storms happen because "there is love in the world"! The "conflict of love" is sometimes more intense than the "conflict of hate"!
Writing this, I remembered again what Xintao said when my mother scolded him and locked him out. He waited for me in the car all night and saw me: "Time will tell everything!" I will spend my whole life to prove my love for you! "
I believed him at that time. Today, more than fifty years later, when he finally passed away, I still believe in him!
not only believes in him, I also thank him. In my long life, he allowed me to complete so many books, let me have so many stories happen (many of them are because of him), and let me know that only in old age can I "grow up". Let me...always believe in love! Yes, you can't be too demanding about life. In love, you must tolerate each other's shortcomings! This has always been what I insisted on, and I still insist on it. Because, in life, there is only the emotion of "love", which is beautiful, happy, and romantic, and it is what he once gave me.
This year, I am eighty-six years old. After his fall, and without his help, I published seven more new books, bringing the total to seventy-two! I also did a lot of things, and for a time I became the "General Counselor of the Love Industry Chain" in Kaohsiung City. To celebrate my "sixtieth writing anniversary", I published "Outside the Window" again. For the first time in my life, I stepped on the stage of the Taipei Arena and expressed my belief in love in front of the audience who came to attend the "Qiong Yao 60th Anniversary Concert" and "When That Song Rings"! I was so excited that night! The publication of the last book "Qiong Zhang Yao Ju" completed my writing career. This "journey of life" is truly tortuous, bizarre and rich. There is sadness and joy, laughter and tears. Now, I have the last mile left. Thanks to him for inspiring me with his story, never to follow in his footsteps. Today, as I write this, the setting sun outside the window is waving to me with its bright red color! What a beautiful sky! It reminds me of another little poem I wrote after I moved into Shuangying Building:
I have a piece of sky
I often cannot see it
I am buried in front of my desk
Text replaces the sky
Now I suddenly discovered
I have a piece of sky
The color changes from time to time
There are many things happening
Sometimes the clouds are lingering
There are Shixia is amazing
Sometimes dark clouds rise
Sometimes the sun sets
I have a piece of sky
Be an actor for me
Even if I don’t watch it
It can’t be finished
The past has become smoke
Now everything is left to chance
Happiness and elegance are here
Heaven
Yes, I will be happy, free and graceful until the last days of my life. It has been nine years since 2015 to today, and I have finally gotten over the pain. "Three years of recuperation are bloody, but the love in the past cannot be broken." This is a sentence I wrote in "My Soul Code". However, "My Soul Code" has been refrigerated, and I have never let anyone know that I am "recuperating". Pain is a kind of "tempering" in life. People who have not been tempered by pain are immature.Finally, "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains"! I got through it! Today, I am very satisfied because I have a piece of the sky! Because, I always believe in love! My word "love" covers a wide range of countries, society, family, friends, readers, fans... I have always given a lot of love, and I have always received a lot of love! This life is worth it!
Qiong Yao
Written in Tamsui Shuangying Building
May 16, 2024
Revised late at night on May 31, 2024
