At the end of June 1997, when I graduated from college, I did not think about work first, but started my long-dreaming trip with 300 yuan. When I went home before the Spring Festival, I walked through the three northeastern provinces, the Inner Mongolia grasslands, and the Gobi Desert in Xinjiang. When I returned home, I had less than 1,000 yuan in my pocket to experience the reunion on New Year's Eve. From the first to the third year of junior high school, I fled from the troublesome city, and rode my bike alone to the lakeside in the suburbs. The water of the lake was frozen in the cold wind of nine.Mirror, there are no people around during the Chinese New Year. I tried the ice surface to carry me. I carefully went down from the shore to the ice, threw stones on the ice, and yelled from time to time, having fun and having fun. I saw a man riding a bike from afar. When I got closer, I saw it clearly that it was a little girl, a pink shifter, wrapped in a white down jacket, a red velvet hat, and a red scarf. This cold winter day is particularly eye-catching