It seems that everyone is busy now, blindly busy with some irrelevant tomorrow or future. Today, I am not young anymore, at least 20. We young people in the late 80s, studying in the third-rate colleges and not the first-rate majors, all day long fantasize about getting a salary of five or six thousand a month. The reality is that we spend thousands of dollars of our parents' hard-earned money every month. In the first two years of college, I could hardly remember the names of my teachers, and I did not show up on various stages in school. I admit that I have always been lucky. I have been lucky to have some unforgettable days. The word luck cannot be forgotten. It relates to the joyful sadness in some sad days. Even mistakes are a kind of happiness. I always meet some good people. On the first day when I entered the junior college, Sister Wen who welcomed me, a few close friends from the literary club, good friends and brothers who had a close connection, and people who held hands, I suddenly felt that this life was worth it. These words should be used to commemorate the days when I "fucked" here.