Wisdom itself is good. One day we are all going to die, but there will always be those in the pursuit of wisdom. I cannot see the future after my death, but I am satisfied just knowing this in my lifetime.

Thinking of you in peace, I feel everything is incredibly beautiful. I didn't know how beautiful it is to love, how beautiful it is to love deep. …A smile cracks on my beauty-challenged face every time I think of you.

When I was sent to the countryside for agricultural education as a young intellectual, I fed pigs as well as pastured cattle. Without anyone's command, these two kinds of animals knew perfectly well how to live. They would lounge at ease, eat when hungry and drink when thirsty. When spring came, they would get involved in love affairs. Therefore, their level of existence was quite low and not very special at all. Then people came and made plans for them: each head of cattle and every pig was given a purpose. For most of them, their purpose in life was rather miserable: for the cattle, hard work; for the pigs, getting fatter. I didn't think that their kind of life was worthy of complaint, as my life was not much more colorful. Watching the eight model dramas (The "Eight model plays" were the most famous of the few operas and ballets that were permitted during the Cultural Revolution) was my only entertainment. For a few of the pigs and cattle, they planned their own life. Take the pigs for example, the boars and sows had other things to do besides eating. In my opinion, they didn't like these arrangements very much. The task for a boar was mating, in other words, our policy permitted them to be playboys. However an exhausted boar often put on airs as gentleman like a hog (which was castrated), and insisted on not jumping on a sow's back. The duty of sows was reproduction, but some of them ate their young unexpectedly. In general, the pigs took the human's arrangement hard, but they had to accept it because they were just pigs.

It is natural for man to set kinds of rules, not only for animals but also for themselves. As we know, in Sparta of Ancient Greek, life was made ordered and boring. Its intention was that men were ordained to be warriors until they died in the battle, and women had no choice but be bearing machines. The former looked like fighting cocks, while the latter sow. The two kinds of animals are quite special. However, they definitely don’t like their life. But they can do nothing. It is hard to change their fates for both mankind and animals.