I used to stubbornly believe that children born in the late 1980s and early 1990s were the luckiest generation, because the childhood they experienced was something that children after the millennium would never experience again. The blue sky they saw, the rivers and lakes they saw, and the country roads they walked were slowly disappearing with the advent of the big era, just like the feeling that a certain species on the earth was becoming extinct or had already become extinct. At a certain stage, I felt depressed and pessimistically thought that this could only exist deeply in the memories of the past. But modern children may not think so. If you think about it from another perspective, modern children are quite happy. They have no worries about food and clothing. They have endless anime and endless video games to play. They no longer have to wait until the Chinese New Year to get their favorite toys. . . . . . Even so, I still want to use my clumsy words to record down the fragmentary memories, the scenery I have seen along the way over the past twenty years, and some thoughts about the world during this period.