I want to use my father’s memory. It happened around 20 years ago before the Chinese New year, on his way back to our hometown, a small village in the mountains in the east of Liaoning Province. He was driving a car borrowed from his colleague on the rural mountain road. It had snowed some days ago so the road was covered by snow and mud. It was nearly midnight, and the surrounding was dark. Because of all these reasons, he couldn’t watch the condition of the road clearly, and his car broke down in a gap. At that age, the mobile phone had not popularized yet. There was still some distance from the nearest village. He failed to find any one for help, so they had to repair his car alone. Then, he said they heard the howls of wolves in the mountains. It happened in a sudden so he used one or two seconds to recognize what had happened, then he felt extreme nervous but helpless.He imagined many scary scenery in his mind. Luckily, he had learned how to solve problem of the car from my grandfather and he managed to repair it. The moment he jumped into the car, he felt so relaxed. And he just couldn’t wait to return home.