Here is a sincere picture to capture the moment and the milieu! How small is a creature in nature! But being in the rhythm of life, he or she is greater than a huge mass of rock. Life is precious. But most of us are not aware of it. The days I have passed, the portraits I have enjoyed, the pains I have suffered, are these the possessions of only mine? Are these to be kept in a secret hole like a miser? Or is there any utility to place them on others' tables? Sometimes I humbly presume it's a panorama of personal experiences that can link the past and the present or the future through which a shadow, quickly vanishing and growing again for reformation, is reflected in the background of our society at large.