Clearly, my roots are here, but the newly grown branches do not recognize me, as if I were the Nian beast, coming when the firecrackers sound and leaving when they finish. Suddenly I understand the saying, "When you leave home at a young age, you'll return as an elder; it's hard to change the accent and the hair turns gray. When children meet but do not recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the visitor is from."