It’s cold inside the room. I started to understand the isolation of “Shut up in a lonely inn, can I bear the cold spring?” (that I read?) when I was a teenager. Not to mention the fact that I am already a middle-aged person. Beautiful and bright spring days. Good spring scenery isn't as good as having a dream. People asked me, “What are you going to do during the Easter and Qingming holidays?” I was full of dreams, but life is life, dreams are dreams. I fall into a bad circle: I can’t sleep because I feel cold. Lack of sleep makes me feel colder. Death is not the end, and neither are stories.