The first time I read Adventures from Jimmy's book, I was deeply attracted by it. Because it reminds me of that adventure of fish and birds that I always wanted to forget. I met a cat diving, but I didn't meet you/I met a dog climbing a rock, but I didn't meet you/I met the snow falling in summer, but I didn't meet you/I met a typhoon in winter, but I didn't meet you/I met pigs who learned to weave nets, but I didn't meet you/I met all the extraordinary things, but I never met the ordinary you. In fact, I want to thank God for allowing me to meet you, but an adventure is an adventure after all. I met you but lost it again the moment I turned around. Maybe only in this way can it be called an adventure.