It was so cold in the twelfth lunar month that the seams between his bones were freezing. Gu Tianya squatted in waist-deep icy water to catch fish. A black shadow floated down on the river. He squinted and saw that it was a person. He walked over a few steps, grabbed his clothes, and carried him ashore. His face was as white as paper and his lips were purple. I checked my nose and found there was still breath. He picked it up and ran home. When he opened the door, he shouted: Mom! Mother! Come out quickly!
