I found a sleeping bag that no one wants in our school, I think I can take it as a blanket. My old blanket is too heavy and big. I move very often, so I have had to give up a lot of blankets during the past many years. only this one lasts. I'm afraid that sooner or later I will give it up too. I don't want to give it up in my heart because it’s made of cotton and my grandma made it. I always feel cold, so she made thick blankets. Especially when I was in university. it was very windy. But we never stop to say goodbye in our life. I can’t stop thinking about the poet composer Jiang Kui, who died impoverished and in the turbulence of life. I'm especially afraid of cold weather now, it makes moving more difficult. “He Xun now is gradually aging, And entirely forgets the lyric brush inspired by the spring wind.”