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After divorcing my husband, at the age of thirty-one, I came to the seaside town of Xiling alone, where I met my grandmother whom I had not seen for many years. After the embarrassment and silence, my lonely heart got closer and closer, and my grandmother and I became friends who confided in each other. In the old photo album in my grandmother's old house, I found a woman who looked very similar to me, nestling next to my grandmother when I was a girl. Each vivid face gradually came to me from the black and white photos, from the touching letters, from the long memories, through the era when women's life was like a piece of grass and their life was like a piece of grass. The stories that came to me through my great-grandmother, my grandmother, and my mother, their lives replayed before my eyes. Can I reach them now? Just as the countless selves in the past make up the present me, can the present me also see the countless selves in the past?