Halfway through college, I discovered to my horror that I began to feel extremely bored with the two-point-one-line life of classroom and dormitory every day, and I also lost the enthusiasm I once had for the content in those books. In order not to spend the rest of my precious college time hating learning, I decided to take a two-semester break. In the first month and a half, a good white male friend and I traveled all over China from north to south. We made a lot of jokes along the way and captured the essence of the cultural differences between China and the West. Then I participated in the Katimavik youth voluntary work camp for five and a half months, and formed a team with eight other people about my age who worked together day and night, providing pro bono services to local residents and non-profit organizations in two places in Canada. Although it was only a short period of 164 days, I learned so much. Like many teenagers in China, Canadian teenagers born in the 1990s are also full of confusion about the future, but at the same time, they have never lost confidence in life. They may make many mistakes while growing up, but they are always learning to take responsibility for their own lives. After returning home after the work camp, after careful consideration, I finally decided to record all the people I met and what happened during that period. I hope to share these trivial stories and scattered memory fragments with others, because along the way, whether it is sweet, bitter, sour or spicy, everything makes me have endless aftertaste. Every minute and every second is so real and so beautiful.