When young people move into the nursing home, the elderly makes friends with them knowing that they are in house volunteers. They get in touch with many new things under the guidance of these young people. They no longer feel lonely and their minds are kept young.

The cup of alcohol sprinkled on the river water, links the illusory with the real, as if passing through time and space, infusing the poet's lonely yet intense mood into the overcast skies of the battleground of the Three Kingdoms, giving some consolation to his lonely heart.

It's been over two years since I last saw my father and the picture that has been burned into my memory is the silhouette of his back. That winter, my grandmother passed away and my father was let off from his job. Those really were times where bad things came in pairs. I travelled from Beijing to Xu Zhou to meet up with my father, so that we could travel home together to attend the funeral. When I saw my father in Xu Zhou and the house in totally disarray, memories of my grandmother came flooding back. Tears stream down my face. My father said: "It is what is is. There's no need to be sad. There's always a way out."

It's easy to say. Although speaking from a scientific perspective, a person's body after he dies doesn't have any meaning, but in our traditional Chinese views, we still think that after a person dies, he should preserve the whole body to be cremated. And one's descendants can be consoled to some extent.