There is a word that lingers in my mind: “ten years.” It’s a period that once gave me impressions of the “Cultural Revolution,” a sense of being an educated youth, and the endless frustration of being repeatedly transported by trains from cities to the “countryside” as part of this lost generation. Like other educated youths sent to the countryside, I learned the term “repairing the earth,” which was a metaphor for my new “peasant” profession. Its meaning was different from what we now refer to as the “global village.”