Once again, I sat down on the beach in silence, drinking alone. Looking into the distance, as if the little girl back then missed her father. The beach at Lei Yue Mun, Hong Kong, was a beautiful beach in those days, where you could pick up shells, and it was the place where I grew up. When I was young, when my father was at home, he always liked to hold me as the jewel in the palm of his hand, even though he was always busy and seldom came home. He was the one who gave me poetry and faraway places, but there is still oil, rice, wood, salt, soy, vinegar and tea in the real years. And now, I returned to the beach as a child, as if I saw my father's great and steady pace walking across the waterfront again. Supported me to continue to move forward.
