This is a tragic story. An eight-year-old child who loved music and was extremely talented was beaten to death just because he touched the violin of a landlord's servant. His death illustrates the darkness, oppression, and hard life of the people at the bottom of society at that time.

Reading this makes me sigh with sadness, indignation, and thought-provoking: A minor child should have lived happily in the warm embrace of his parents, and should have been rejoicing. When I put my schoolbag on my back and go to school, I should have been jumping up and down and holding my grandparents’ hands into the playground and walking in the park... However, in the old capitalist society, in order to survive and make a living, we had to rely on others. Being manipulated, living a life inferior to that of a cow or a horse. At that time, the humanity of the protagonist was completely obliterated, and human rights were not guaranteed at all. In the eyes of the rich, the protagonist is just a cat or a bird. When he is called, he will come and go. To what extent can he be slaughtered by others?