When I got up in the morning, I suddenly wanted to climb the West Hill. I went to the front of the hill to find a road to build. I walked less than a kilometer on a bumpy dirt road. When I got to the parking lot, I found apricot blossoms blooming. The apricot blossoms were all over the hill. The spring was full. The air was good on the hill. The sky was blue overhead. I looked grey in the city.