in my 23 years of life,I don’t know much about either New York or America, so there is not so much eagerness for me to go abroad. Somebody has gone away
　　and another one is coming back, but there is not my life. It depends on neither the age nor the year. Even if I had no opportunity to go out, I could still
　　stand straight before him.
　　 Many years later after they come back, they may forget me. However, there is nothing. That is the real life of our own. Whenever I recall about the past,
　　it’s not really the past or a person, but only a kind of memory, which can bring me encouragement and confidence.
　　 Do you still remember those days?