In the depths of my memory, when I was a teenager, I would spend a lot of pocket money on the card of a Taiwanese singer. If I am older, I will watch a Taiwanese idol drama and build a pair in my heart. The fantasy of love... When I first set foot on the island four years ago, the enthusiasm and kindness from the islanders made me feel warm and let me find my own young memory. . Thinking of this, I made a decision to go to Taiwan to relive the smell of the boy. As soon as I arrived in Taipei, I was surrounded by a thick coffee coke. The little brother is behind the bar for us to make coffee with breakfast. I picked up a bowl of rice porridge that was boiled soft and white, and served with Taiwan's unique plum fermented bean curd. With the moment when the taste was opened, there was a memory of the city and a flood of love. On the familiar street, the lunch shop I have eaten is still there. The bookstore I have stayed in is still there, even the pepper cake paved I have tasted. I was suddenly moved inexplicably: Time has not faded very quickly in Taipei. These scenes of the "old scene" are the scenery in front of me and my memory.