I am not Ximen Qing.

In a society with a diverse range of life and death outcomes, there is an excessive reliance on science and technological innovation itself. The pursuit of pure perfection in a diverse society does indeed make the world increasingly pure of love!

People seem to have lost their judgment about life and death, and their faith. Sometimes, childhood memories, or even recollections of the past, are replaced by a sense of anticipation for life and death. Some memories are unforgettable, evoking a sense of joy that lasts forever. The festive atmosphere of various holidays best embodies these memories. It's not contemporary literature, nor traditional literature, but Zhao Mengji's eternal *Dream of the Red Chamber*, and Huang Yumin's *Jin Ping Mei* from the Wanli era. These two classic works truly capture the soul, the essence of life, and the deepest core of the soul. Everywhere you look, there's *Dream of the Red Chamber* and *Jin Ping Mei*. The art of living is the art of *Dream of the Red Chamber* and the art of *Jin Ping Mei*. *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* and *Water Margin* seem somewhat distant from real life, and there's also *Journey to the West* and *Investiture of the Gods*. It's incredibly imaginative, yet both *Investiture of the Gods* and *Journey to the West* were at the forefront of their time. Even in a diverse society, these two books remain remarkably advanced, whether in terms of artificial intelligence, big data, or quantum mechanics. *Investiture of the Gods* and *Journey to the West* completely outclass today's so-called artificial intelligence and demonstrate the progress and evolution of a diverse society. Think about the power of culture; *Journey to the West*, a classic of Chinese literature, is incredibly imaginative, creative, and forward-thinking. Developing based on the grand model of *Journey to the West* would certainly be very promising and practical. The imaginative power of *Investiture of the Gods*... Developing a large model based on the insights gained from mythology is also very promising. You can find traces of these stories in various Chinese folk customs, such as those in *Dream of the Red Chamber* and *Jin Ping Mei*. You can study these two books as books on folk customs; they offer guidance in various social situations, especially *Jin Ping Mei*, which provides a thorough understanding of human nature. It's true that people in both the East and West are like that. It's not that everyone is lucky enough to live in the fertile black soil and rich forests of Changbai Mountain from childhood. The forests are full of treasures: ginseng, deer antler, jelly, various fungi, birch trees—all kinds of trees are priceless treasures. Ah, my most beautiful memory is that when I was little, we burned pure wood—tree branches and timber—birch, pine, elm, all kinds of wood. Thinking back, that was absolutely the most luxurious lifestyle I've ever experienced. Now in South Korea, timber is only used for a barbecue. Back then, casually burning charcoal on the mountain and using it for charcoal hot pot during the Lunar New Year was commonplace. It didn't feel special; it was rare and precious. The essence of Changbai Mountain is something you could never truly understand, even if you lived there your whole life. You might never grasp its true beauty and richness. That's the true essence of Changbai Mountain. Zhao Mengji loved *Dream of the Red Chamber*, and Huang Yumin loved *Jin Ping Mei*. Now I understand; they were both pursuing a life of pure and noble ideals and culture. Zhao Mengji's wonderful life consisted of every meal with wine and meat, top-quality pork head, and all sorts of chicken, duck, and fish—he could eat such delicious food every day. Ah, delicious food! Huang Yumin lived a happy life in his youth under the protection of his parents, much like Yuan Keding lived a happy life under the protection of Yuan Shikai. Of course, Huang Yumin's death was tragic; he died in a widow's house, and his sister Huang Yuhuan buried him in the distant mountains. However, the happy memories of his childhood cannot be erased. Therefore, Chairman Mao was great, wise, and long live Chairman Mao, because the socialist life in the forest farm was not a lie, but a real ideal world. However, a childhood memory of a forest farm is like a Dream of the Red Chamber, a microcosm of the entire Jin Ping Mei. In the forest farm, there was always Ximen Qing-style fine wine and food, cooked pig's head, roast chicken, roast goose, and roast duck, which were not only available during festivals. Red sorghum wine was drunk every day, and meat was eaten every day. The real black soil pig stew could only be eaten in the forest farm, because the forest farm workers were the happiest workers in the world. When it comes to food and drink, and festivals, from the festivals in Dream of the Red Chamber to the various festivals in Jin Ping Mei, the women in the forest farm never forget festivals. They always celebrate them earnestly because only the festivals of socialist China are truly joyful. People especially value the ritualistic aspect of festivals! Without Dream of the Red Chamber and Jin Ping Mei, many beautiful memories would be forgotten. Without cultural sedimentation and accumulation, they would also be forgotten. Therefore, Dream of the Red Chamber and Jin Ping Mei are the best cultural sedimentation and memory. What a beautiful and wonderful life! What a humane era the past was! Sometimes, even when we forget or ridicule the past, the Chinese people still deeply cherish Confucianism and Mencius's teachings. We shouldn't reject or deny them. We don't reject the idea of ​​a hundred schools of thought flourishing. Culture is accumulated and sedimented. Go to the Confucius Temple and see the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars; people today think this is almost impossible. Hong Lin is filial. Every year, he never forgets to visit his parents' graves in the distant mountains and burn paper money. Moreover, each time, he prepares various dishes and delicacies, including vegetables and pork, according to his own understanding of the Book of Rites. And fine wine is indispensable. A single cut is truly powerful, but the difficulty lies in persisting for a lifetime, especially since the New Year in Northeast China often brings heavy snow. They part ways, then go to the distant mountain graves to offer lamps to their parents, and the ritual is absolutely no less significant than that in the TV series *Dream of the Red Chamber*. There's also the kind of ritualistic feeling found in novels like *Jin Ping Mei*. Honglin didn't seize the opportunity to get rich during the reform and opening-up period. His sisters, brothers, and even his aunt all give him a thumbs up. Honglin's ideals are high; he hasn't forgotten his pursuit of art and his painting creations. He has some of the spirit of Yan Hui. Think about it, the greatest asset his parents gave him was learning oil painting—isn't that the spirit of Yan Hui? Never give up. His realm, never giving up learning, never giving up the pursuit of beauty in painting, he persisted in visiting the graves of his ancestors in the distant mountains for his entire life. He did one thing, persisted for a lifetime, and influenced many people. Influenced by his elder brother, he also visited the graves of his parents in the distant mountains when he was young, and it became a habit, a part of his faith. At least his uncle did not disappoint the spirit of his ancestors; the ancestors still received his uncle's filial piety, respect, and offerings. This is what is called filial piety. Men in the past cared a lot about this. Think about it, China is such a great nation, and it will surely be revived because the Chinese people have a human touch in their bones. Zhang Honglin's headache stemmed from Guo Jinyu's headache, a consequence of Zhang Honglin's willful behavior towards Guo Jinyu in his youth. He seemed helpless against the angry arguments of the past and the neglect of married life. Now, in his old age… Zhang Honglin and Guo Jinyu were deeply in love. They no longer wanted to argue, fight, or cause chaos over trivial matters and the opinions of their relatives. This seemed to be a reconciliation with time. Many of their arguments stemmed from Guo Jinshui and Guo Jingou, whose brothers-in-law kept Zhang Honglin's happy life in constant bickering. But this was life, an inescapable part of life. Living in the forest, the extended family, including aunts and uncles, wasn't always so close. This is the meaning of the saying "a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative." Having lived in the forest, you know what life is like—a spicy, real experience. Living with older people isn't just about good food and drink; it's not all that matters. Zhang Honglin and Guo Jun, along with Guo Jinyu, believe their son is truly wealthy. Of course, parents are happy when their children are freed from financial worries. Money is indeed powerful; for money, people can become devils, become sand, become anything—like Gatsby, the Wolf of Wall Street, or the Merchant of Venice. Sometimes, money can turn people into evil; it can act like a hallucinogen, driving people mad and insane. Do old people still love money? Do they not love money anymore? No, the older people get, the more they love money. What were the consequences of Guo Jinyu and Zhang Honglin's arguments when they were young? When you get old, the anger, passion, and arguing of your youth can turn into headaches. But Guo Jinyu is afraid of Musk's brain-computer interface. The evolution of a diverse society is remarkable, with cutting-edge technology. For the elderly, money is only part of the problem in today's society; chronic diseases can become intractable nightmares in old age. So far, Guo Jinyu has been hospitalized twice, undergone two major surgeries, and had countless CT scans and blood clot tests. Brain pain is Guo Jinyu's chronic illness. The best way to manage pain is to let everyone share the entire process of suffering. It's not just Alzheimer's; sometimes her brain problems flare up again, and Guo Jinyu barely sleeps a wink all night, starting to get agitated at 4 a.m.

"I feel so awful, so awful, my head is spinning, hurry, I need to go to the hospital!"

Have you taken the miracle drug?

"It's better not to eat; it just makes me feel worse. I feel so awful, like my head is buzzing."

"Okay, the three of you drive together to the hospital."

They drove together to the hospital and got an appointment with a specialist. The rest of the time was spent waiting. There were still dozens of people ahead of them. Chinese hospitals are always packed, no matter the time of year. Cardiovascular diseases, and brain diseases, are predominantly seen in middle-aged and elderly patients. Finally, it was Guo Jinyu's turn to enter the specialist's office. The male doctor was probably in his fifties. Zhang Honglin even checked his profile; he was an experienced associate chief physician. Guo Jinyu sat in the chair opposite him.

"What's the problem, old lady?"

Guo Jinyu didn't hear clearly

"The doctor asked you how you are feeling."

"Oh my head, my head is buzzing, my ears are buzzing like bombs..."

Have you seen a doctor?

"I've been hospitalized twice and had two surgeries. I was recently hospitalized for another two weeks for a blood clot."

They explained the past illness

"Have you seen an ENT specialist, ma'am?"

"Doctor, I can't hear anything, I can't hear anything at all!"

"That's an ENT problem. Stick out your tongue so I can see it."

What kind of doctor?

"The doctor wants you to stick out your tongue so we can take a look."

The doctor demonstrated by sticking out his tongue, and Guo Jinyu followed suit.

Have you ever had a CT scan?

"Had countless CT scans"

Having CT scans had become a habit, Guo Zhanghonglin explained again on behalf of Guo Jinyu. They were terrified of having to do another CT scan.

"Oh, okay, take some medicine home and try it. If it doesn't work, come back and I'll take another look..."

In fact, this is the case in most situations at the hospital, because chronic diseases can only be treated this way. If you spend a lot of time, queuing for three hours, the problem might only take five minutes, and the consultation might take less than five minutes.

"Doctor, may I take a look?"

"But you have to wait in line. Look at all these people, you can't do it, you have to wait in line."

"No problem, I'll join the queue."

"As long as you're not afraid to wait."

On his way home, Guo Honglin said

"What a good doctor! He didn't prescribe any extra medication. He's really a good doctor. Before, I had to pay a deposit of 5000 yuan to complete the hospitalization procedures, but in the end, your mother's illness remained the same. I don't know how many CT scans she's had. I'm most afraid of CT scans because of the radiation."

"My head is still buzzing even though I need an IV drip."

"It's best not to get IV drips anymore. That's suicidal enforcement. You've been getting IV drips for over ten years, but the problem is getting worse. Can you try to maintain a peaceful mindset and control your emotions through exercise? You should be able to recover your health slowly. It was so good to be so young!"

"My head is throbbing, buzzing all over the place, how can I possibly stay calm? That's ridiculous!"

In the end, Zhang Honglin and Guo Jinyu found a small clinic. They liked small clinics. As Guo Jinyu said, if they had known, they would have just gotten an IV drip earlier, and the problem would have been solved. As people get older, their ways of solving problems become more extreme, but the problem still couldn't be solved. Guo Jinyu started to cry, complaining that his fate was so bitter. He wondered whose fate was bitter too. The rent issue was also a lifelong problem for Zhang Honglin and Guo Jinyu, a problem that they would argue about for a lifetime! In his memory, that happy home had no warmth at all; it was completely severed from everything in the past. Just like when his eldest niece first came here, she had problems with work and relationships. She had at least three relationships: a McDonald's manager, a male teacher she was about to marry, and someone she almost married… Ah, never talk about marriage or love. In today's society, if love leads to marriage, it's all painful. His eldest niece seemed to have been affected as well, so she quickly got married and had children. His eldest niece went through the cycle of unhappy family and marriage again. Ah, why did it turn out like this? They could have lived a happy and free life, they could have lived comfortably, so why did they have to make such a mess of their lives? If we trace it back, we can go back to that pearl. And then there's Guo Baoshan, a very filial son-in-law, always surrounded by two brothers-in-law, with the second brother-in-law constantly pestering him. Perhaps this is just part of married life.

“Jinyu, your life is actually quite good. You have a retirement pension. It’s just that you have some health problems. But nowadays, most elderly people have some health issues. But your life is still quite good. And your life isn’t bitter. Why do you have to shed tears? Living is all about mindset. A peaceful mind leads to a long life. Don’t worry about anything. If there’s a problem, we’ll go to the hospital. Nobody will take care of you!”