The student said I must go home for the Spring Festival, I said yes and will not live here anymore. She said but I just moved in last month and asked me if I have found a new one. I said I will find it after the holiday and I will pack my stuff and put them in my school for now. She still didn’t get it; asked me then I will live here after the holiday and try to find a new one? I said no, tonight will be the last night; I will put all my luggage in my school. On the train I heard that a woman was calling her grandpa, her grandpa said he will give a red package to her and her sister. I was suddenly in tears. Trully: What is it, finally, that life is like? It must be a wild goose treading on snow and mud.