I was taken to the Central Commission for Special Training Class by my uncle this year, and I turned 18 years old. In such an era of frequent wars, I know that my age is actually not young, because many soldiers on the front line may not be as old as me, so I did not have any resistance to going to the special training class before, which made me tall and handsome. Of course, a life of adequate food and clothing also created a strong body. Although I sympathized with the beggars on the roadside and the poor people in ragged clothes, I couldn't change anything. This is a declining country and society. Not only the frontline soldiers are hungry, but also the struggling low-level farmers. When others are still anxious about the next meal, I was eating the newly released bread and drinking imported red wine. This is because my uncle is a member of the Central Commission for Special Training and my mother is a member of the Legislative Council of the National Government.