Thank many upright persons, carders and mass, who helped me when I was in crisis.

Special thanks to a "great Marxist", whose heroic deed I studied for years in my youth. He is my savior. It is not less likely that I could become a corpse by an accident. It may not be exaggeration to say that my survival was based on his suffering of excruciation in the past. For many years in the western world, I remembered him less, which accompanied with my failure. Now I resume my right course of pursuing of idealogical remoulding, my spiritual rebirth will be after his excellent example.

Thank my parents who are persons of integrity. Though ordinary, they are not objects of public denunciation. Thanks many friends here, lastly!

Oral thanks are not the end, to repay is. I should ask myself: after my death, is there anything can I leave for our next generation as he did?

At this point, I might say: I'll have some, I'll acknowledge their names. And as long as I live, I have great room to do my best as they did. 

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