If I don't record it now, I think one day these once cherished memories will become nothing. Those stories of youth and frivolity have been repeated more or less, but in everyone's eyes, those emotions and heart palpitations are different. . . . . .
Ten years later, I immigrated to New Zealand, a beautiful and unfamiliar place with which I had no connection at all. The story begins like this - it was the past that I tried to escape, and now it is the traces I left for the past.
I have been a contradictory child since I was a child. What I think and feel in my heart and what I express are always different. My parents gave up their strict upbringing, but the struggle in my heart was never released from my body. Like Sanmao's Jenny, what I wanted to do at that time was to go out and take a look, from the world in books to the world of adults, and then to the distance, and once again run towards the directionless future.