Writing too many articles inevitably leads to a bellyful of complaints. The resentment in my heart, the discontent in my eyes, the release of emotions, and the incessant verbosity are all laid bare. Each article is filled with biased views on worldly affairs, splashing countless grievances onto innocent words. It always brings helplessness, sorrow, and dissatisfaction to others. As a person of few words, I dedicate my inner world to these sorrowful texts, amidst coldness...