Bad things can turn into good things (left)

I remember this is the old home, the old home in Dongyang has many very old things.

Left: This is my favorite little rabbit stuffed animal

Middle: As a child I lived inside a dream

I was the king of my toys

They were my brothers and sisters.

Right: Or perhaps I lived in (and controlled) someone else's body — I would live in the place of the "heart."

It seems like during Chinese New Year there would always be a very long car ride to Dongyang

Whether it's wontons or dumplings, the way the dough and filling look before cooking is always more appetizing than after

My only memory of my cousin is this face now.

Where did the Nokia that could play Snake go?

As a child I wouldn't eat on my own, as a result all kinds of people were there to feed me

It came with me to the new world

I don't even remember what my own home looked like at this age, but I remember the look and structure of this house: there was an orange-yellow curved corridor, the kitchen and bathroom seemed to be right next to each other near the entrance, and then the living room and dining room.

The first dish I learned to cook

I still remember spending ten minutes beating the egg whites to make sure they were evenly mixed

The first dish I learned to cook

I hate playing piano

I hate classical music

I like the melodies in Miyazaki's animations

My younger cousin was the one suited for piano, not me

I even admired her for being the head student

Time

Always rushing against time

Always being rushed

Always hearing "hurry up."

Hurry up and do your homework, hurry up and eat, hurry up and go to sleep, hurry up and shower, hurry up and throw away the little rabbit you're keeping, hurry up and stop reading books outside the curriculum, hurry up and go to school. I never forgave "hurry up," and she never apologized. Hurry up and grow up, otherwise you'll go back home and take the gaokao with them, hurry up and come eat, hurry up and stop being stubborn, hurry up and take your hands out, hurry up and throw that cat out it can live on its own.

But we really have so much time

Red scarf (required as a symbol of honor worn by young students in mainland China), school uniform

I became you, you became me

Ego generating...

This "Xinjiang hat" at home was something I knew before I knew Xinjiang itself, or the Xinjiang spoken of by politicians.

As the king of the toys, sitting on her throne

My dad was the new breed of his time: he could copy cassette tapes, had a computer very early on, and would call me from Hainan while sending animated stickers. Watching the animation of these stickers was something I needed to do deliberately, not something casually sent along with a message the way it is now.

They gave barbie dolls for girls, toy cars for boys

Top: Last summer I saw his mother again — an aunt of high status and power, the same face as before, but she gave me a completely different, brand new impression. I hate these kinds of moments. Starting from a certain age, you begin to observe people differently, and find that they have all taken off their colorful masks, revealing what lies underneath, so far from the impression they left in childhood.

Bottom: The thing he'd rather forget: as a child he said he wanted to become the President of the United States (and I remembered it, and truly believed he would become a "big shot").

Did I truly ever "know" these people? I don't remember them at all. Children are like puppets on strings pulled by adults.

Left: The winters in Hangzhou are wet and cold, completely opposite to the dryness of Canada

Strangely, I had no trouble adapting at all

Right: Indoors you would generally wear 4 layers of clothing

Every home must have at least one washbasin

As a child, they (my parents) gave me many dolls of animated characters, but never let me watch the cartoons

— I often wondered why these ducks and bears looked the way they did