有染（前言）

女人和男人的故事永远都是讲不完的。在我的记忆里，某一年的夏季开始，世界变得纷繁复杂。
女人和男人的故事一下多了起来。有些事情要回头看的时候才显现出它们的魅力，像电影情节，一幕又一幕。
我所要讲述的一系列的故事中的人物他或喜或悲，而我，只是观众。
很多年过去之后，我不知道那些人在哪里。
只是偶尔，又会走过那些熟悉的街道，看到同样的建筑，看到同样的画面不停地重复。
故事真实，如果你对某些地点情节非常熟悉，那么我所写的主角也许就是你。

[Memos]

It would be great if you could control your own life with your pen. Unfortunately, it is not always true in this realistically world. Maybe that is why there are so many stories around with sadness and happiness. These real stories are so tenderness that people want to prevent them from being preyed. Even a fox could be a killer, isn’t it? All things are moving on along with the time, crazed, happy, and puzzled. Wish the soul would never be changed to comfort others with some peace.

[memos]

Your open statement hit me even I am sure I am not a picture in your movies. Every one has her/his own stories. They might start in different seasons, but it’s a part of her/his life forever no mater it was bitter or happy. Hope to read your stories with my sparking memories