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The post-85s drifted north to find their relatives. A woman who has lived in Beijing for 15 years has written a story about herself, her family members, and her love-hate relationship with this city. I once thought that my birth was a historical mistake. As the only child in my family, the whole meaning of life was to return to Beijing one day. On the train to Beijing when I was 18 years old, my mother took out a simple "family history", which opened up the lost past of two generations and my confused future. From the surrogate mother's search for relatives to the family reunion, while retrieving history, she also discovered that history is just a moon in a pool of water. People are still here and the memories are still there, but Beijing is the Beijing that cannot be returned to. Whether it's me, my mother, or my grandparents, we speak Mandarin, but we have already become strangers in a foreign land. If I cannot return to Beijing, what is the meaning of my life?