The north wind roared, the wind and snow were everywhere, I covered my ragged clothes and curled up in a dark corner of the alley of Zuixianlou. I was an orphan. I was left on the banks of the Qinhuai River when I was born. It was an old floating mother who was by the river who took me home. She was also in her twilight years, without children, and like all stories, she adopted me and depended on each other for life... The old lady was illiterate, but was full of wind and frost. The wrinkles like knives on her old and shriveled face were crisscrossed like helpless fate. She could not teach me knowledge, but she had to learn all trivial matters since she was a child. She was born, and she would not die. The words the old lady told me almost affected my life. She gave me a feeling of family affection and warmth. This is all my wealth when I was young.