Why did such good things have to happen to everyone else but me,Look at that little cotton-padded jacket on the bed, look at the red sweet potato in my hand, look at the loving and kind faces of my grandparents, and then take a closer look at the dim old room around me. I am certain that I have returned to 1976.,Alas, things have come to this, it's probably useless to worry now. Life still has to go on day by day. It wouldn't do to just commit suicide by jumping into the water as soon as I transmigrate, would it。