Life always makes people yearn for beauty, and there are always some miracles in survival. If you can't choose a certain era or environment. Or unable to choose learning, growth, and journey. Or there is no need to choose anything, we just need to go on seriously. What really remains in my memory are those ignorant and simple days. Once a person starts thinking, he has all the potential. We can bring life very close, and we can also push it very far. People easily accept the environment and adapt to life. Many times we naturally accept some destiny arrangements. But thinking is the biggest monster in life. It is always turbulent and cannot be calmed down. Please allow me to describe the unpretentious years and scenery of those born in the 1970s with sincerity and sentiment.