"The expected weekend sunshine did not appear. The weekend was a gloomy weather. The sky was full of thick clouds and autumn rain fell. The ground was wet and the mountains became bleak and clear. There was wind blowing from time to time in the air. The wind was cold, blowing on the face and into the clothes, making people shiver. Although the autumn rain and the cold made it full of coldness, the smoke rising from the stove brought warmth. The coal burned on the stove and the pot kept chirping on the stove. I think when it is cold, we should gather around the warm stove, eat and chat, and forget the cold and the troubles with laughter I vaguely remember the story that was not finished last time. The listener became the storyteller, and the storyteller became the one in the story."