After returning to China, I walked toward my home on a sunny afternoon. Looking at the blue sky and the newly built overpass over the years, I suddenly felt that I was no longer the same person. Maybe everything I experienced in the United States was just a person's transformation from a boy to a mature person. I am no longer the carefree child who didn't care about anything; I am no longer the silent and melancholy young man. But I still can't connect my current self, a tall, slender young man, with my ideal, a middle-aged man with a graceful manner and a carefree life and death. In this way, I think of my recent goals and those iconic figures. I thought: This may be the beginning of a youth's transition to adulthood.