Xiangzi wants to find a place to sit down, and think through the whole thing, even if it meant crying for awhile after thinking, at least he'd know what he was crying about; things changed too fast , his brain couldn't catch up. There was no place to sit, snow was everywhere. Small tea houses were all closed, it was past ten; even if they were open, he wouldn't go in, he preferred to find a quiet place, he knew the tears rolling in his eyes could fall at any time. Since there was no place to sit, he could only slowly walk; but, to where? This silver world, had no place for him to sit, and no place for him to go; everything was white, only hungry birds, and people with no place to go, know what lament means.