One hundred years have passed.

In the fields, the person standing there is still Runzu;
In the examination hall, the person sitting there is still Fan Jin;
On the street, the person squatting there is still Xianglin’s wife;
In universities, the person walking there is still Kong Yiji;
On the road, the one running there is still Camel Xiangzi;
In the park, the one lying there is still Ah Q.

For thousands of years,
with the passage of time and the shifting of constellations,
technology exploding,
dynasties continuously changing,

the only thing that never changes is human nature.

Nothing is new under the sun;
everything in the world is coming back again and again, repeating itself endlessly.