Weizi was not an eminent person at all. In fact, he was a countryside young man and a pal of me in my childhood, though he was a bit older than me. <Age is not a problem for children to make friends all the time.>
Weizi was pretty even when he was a boy, though a little thin. His skin was so fine that it was hard for people to believe he was from the countryside and run in the sun all day long. He was even more handsome when he grew into a young. Do you know how Weizi had his wife? Years ago, for a time turtledoves <a kind of wild doves> were greatly required in the restraurants in my hometown. The price of turtledoves was araised again and again. Many people in our village hunted turtledoves for money, and Weizi was among them. Very soon there were few turtledoves to be seen nearby. Those hunters went farther for turtledoves, so did the young lad Weizi. He was only about twenty years old that year. In one of the village, I do not know how many turtledoves he got, what I know is that he got a girl there, a beautiful girl, and the girl became his wife not long after that. His wife regreted some time later: "How foolish I was then. I merely see he is handsome and eloquent, and in spite of my parents' opposition to marry him. His family is too poor. I have to work hard from morning to evening every day now!"
When I went to my hometown last year, I heard Weizi died. He had a violent quarrel with his wife and then drank a bottle of pestcide after that. He left the world and his little son who is very young was left by him。
Most of us is common. However who care a common person's death?