有染（前言）

女人和男人的故事永遠都是講不完的。在我的記憶裏，某一年的夏季開始，世界變得紛繁複雜。
女人和男人的故事一下多了起來。有些事情要回頭看的時候才顯現出它們的魅力，像電影情節，一幕又一幕。
我所要講述的一係列的故事中的人物他或喜或悲，而我，隻是觀眾。
很多年過去之後，我不知道那些人在哪裏。
隻是偶爾，又會走過那些熟悉的街道，看到同樣的建築，看到同樣的畫麵不停地重複。
故事真實，如果你對某些地點情節非常熟悉，那麽我所寫的主角也許就是你。

[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