In 1912, on the last morning of the Qing Dynasty, Jiang's parents-in-law, their eldest son Jiang Rong, their second son Jiang Su, and their eldest daughter Jiang Zi, who was under three years old, went to Lingyun Mountain to pay homage to their late husband Jiang Ziliu. Unexpectedly, when we returned to the city, we were caught in a huge crowd. Jiang Rong and Jiang Su, who were already sensible, rushed home. There has been no news from the mother and young daughter Jiang Zi since then. A year later, the grandmother of the two brothers named Jiang adopted a lost orphan girl on her way back to her hometown in Chongqing. She regarded her as a close relative and even named her Jiang Zi. A woman whose origins are forever unexplained, living in troubled times, is looking for home, love, and the grand journey of a new China. It unfolds quietly, passes by vigorously, and ends quietly. What has changed is not only the motherland in front of me, but also my heart that has been wandering for decades.