Sigh, I'm back to being seven years old, but my mind is still stuck at forty. How can my head not be in a mess,Walking on the bumpy rural path, I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation.,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。