How to air-condition the room of Xiangyang Railway Hotel?

An umbrella is smiling, quietly leaping over a certain dusk, knotting into a gesture of a certain season. The sadness under the eaves of tiles, like tears falling into the water, stung memories. All the ups and downs along the way, at this moment, are shining with dazzling light and mottled memories. Is the nirvana of the years too heavy, or the past is unbearable.