Jiulingtou, an emerging vocabulary, I am the tail of 89 and the prelude of ninety. Because I was born after the 1990s, the moment my ID card appeared, it proved that when others talk to you, "you born in the 1990s" will always be the topic. I always think of "turning over and singing as a serf", but in the end, I am like a fart, silent, not smelly, not taken seriously, and even made a mess. The campus is always a campus, and the society is unsatisfactory. Do you dare to face the real world?