The weather that day, as described by the usual adjectives in elementary school compositions, was "clear autumn weather with not a cloud in sight." With nothing better to do, I was suddenly seized by an urge to sit in the courtyard of my own quadrangle house and look through old photo albums, while airing out these old bones of mine. Most of the pictures from our youth were stored on computers, and very few have been printed out, all of which are cherished treasures.