This winter came a little early. I was standing on the side of the road with my chubby son in my right hand, carrying luggage weighing dozens of kilograms in my left hand and looking into the distance with a solemn expression. When several old men and women walking their dogs together in the morning walked past my son and me, they all looked at us with pitiful eyes like those of abandoned children. I sighed and it turns out that old age is still the best. I could see at a glance the tragic fact that my mother and I were ruthlessly abandoned...