My name is Li Ping. I come from the vast countryside of the motherland. Like thousands of diaosi, I have an ordinary name and an ordinary family. I have no counterattack in life, but I have experienced the super attack of a group of "second generations". From fields to factories, from universities to temples, the identity transformation within and outside the system is an adventure, but it is also the helplessness of the times. My name is Li Ping. Thank you for reading my story. In case you find your own memory. . . . . .