Zhang Ye could not argue. He flipped open “Zhang Ye’s Compilation”. The cover was simple. It looked elegant in a conventional way. Upon opening it, Zhang Ye’s age and resume was written on the first page on the left. The first page on the right was the preface — “Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.”
Flipping to the next pages.
A page of poetry, a page of illustration, followed by a page or two of notes.
After reading it all, Zhang Ye nodded in satisfaction, “Okay, I’m done reading it. It’s all good.”