Sometimes I still think it was two weeks ago, in a drunken night, in a good mood, heart surging, and Long Xiao teacher hit it off, a few days later to find the right person, prepare the song list, start rehearsing, Time flows in its own rhythms. We cannot touch it or watch it, but we can judge the cycles of the seasons by what we wear, and we can assume that life is still blossoming and that what comes will come eventually, like today's cold wind, which touches the body and we shake and feel it.