Nameless Winter

My name is Dongyu. I am an orphan. A wandering Taoist priest picked me up in the snow in the woods at the foot of Mount Laoshan, less than four months old, wrapped in a thin quilt. It was the 29th day of winter, and obviously I had been left there for a while. I was actually not frozen to death, and my soft whimpering attracted the Taoist priest who passed by. At that time, I was all blue and only had a breath of residual energy left. The Taoist priest wanted to do his best, but my residual breath was delayed and could not bury me alive, so he had to carry me in his arms and continue his travels. Along the way, the Taoist priests wanted to give me away or send me to an orphanage many times. Although I was a boy, those who wanted a son refused to take me in when they saw how sick I looked. However, as soon as I left the Taoist priest's arms in the orphanage, I cried desperately, but my weak body could make the whole orphanage sing a chorus of infants and young children. After a few times, the Taoist priest became a little reluctant and continued to wander around with me in his arms.