One autumn evening, on the desolate ancient road, the west wind was blowing hard and the leaves were flying; On the roadside, on the old tree wrapped with dead vines, birds have returned to their nests and crowed from time to time; Not far away, people are preparing dinner and cooking cigarettes in a sparse bungalow next to a small bridge and flowing water. At this time, a man was walking slowly on the ancient road alone with a thin horse. It seems that this is a stranger. Where will he live? (Open-ended question, no unified answer)