It was late autumn of south kingdom, in the dark night, I carried a guitar on my back , which had accompanied me for many years, walking on the empty street. The evening wind was blowing my face and raising my long hair. In the turn of a hand, I seemed to see Abing and his wandering urheen, seemed to in the scene of The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring played by Abing. The heavy snow floated down like goose feathers, the park opposite was totally changed by broken stones and disorderly jade. Lonely and sad urheen voice came from the street……I just saw a goody with disheveled hair and dirty face using a small bamboo stick to lead a blind man and walking on the park path from east to west. In the dismal lamplight, Abing used his right flank to nip the small bamboo stick, with a pipa on his back and a urheen hang on his left shoulder, and played the urheen desolately. Now I could feel the loneliness and helpless situation of a wandering artists in a truly way and couldn’t bear to shed tears.
    In the late autumn of south kingdom, though without the scene of heavy snow, you could still feel her tiny chilliness. I looked around, now all lights in the entire city were on. Probably the rush hour of returning from work was gone, the heavy traffic during daytime was gone too, of which seemed to be a little quiet. Only several buses carried later passengers passed by accident, several passersby seemed to in a hurry and vanished in the curtain of night.
    In the dark heaven, I felt myself as small as a drop in the bucket and didn’t know where I could stay. I also felt myself on an isolated island, was helpless and at a loss. I was just a duckweed in the vast sea, floating on the immense water without direction,  fooling around in the prosperous city , getting along day by day, growing older and older. The city is just like this: A group of young immigrant girls come in, then the city inundates them, then another group of young immigrant girls come in. Herein repeat again and again… So what am I here for? I often ask myself. But tonight, when I touched my guitar with me, it told me, “ We’re all wandering. All people come to the city are with wandering blood flowing in their body. It is only that someone with lesser wandering blood, someone is destined to be wandering for all life just as Abing.”
    I was just meditating and coming to the bus stop unconsciously. The bus would come soon, I was thinking, I had to continue my wandering trip…