Google has a new trick up its sleeve.

Inspired by Philipp Lenssen's previous article, I searched for some things on Google Blog Search and pieced together the following words. I wonder if the original author will come here to claim their article.

Many years ago...

25 years ago, I was in second grade, joined the Young Pioneers, became a squad leader, ate popsicles that cost 5 cents each, and collected matchboxes and stamps - walter Yongyong

24 years ago, I was born on this day. 24 years later, I found out that November 11 is so-called "Singles' Day." For these new things, I always know late. Not knowing is better, but knowing makes me feel very awkward - Happy Bubbles

23 years ago, I saw the city for the first time... This land that has produced countless female writers has such a luxurious and ambiguous charm. I can only say, I really like it here. Perhaps I am deeply rooted in petty bourgeoisie sentimentality, or perhaps it is the connection formed 23 years ago - May Flowers

22 years ago, I was 4 years old. 22 years ago, my parents were in their prime. 22 years ago black-and-white old photos, today I hugged my parents and took a group photo at the same place - Terry-Sui Feng Fei

21 years ago, I raised my hand and swore to become an American citizen... Do you know how proud I was at the time? I draped an American flag over my shoulder and walked around all day - Schwarzenegger (Excerpt from: Zhang Dayong's Shared Space)

20 years ago, I introduced the practice of dipping cucumber in sauce to Jiangsu for the first time. All acquaintances looked at me in surprise: Wang has changed! - bmws’

19 years ago, I did what I wanted, 19 years later, I learned to suppress myself. Carefully living in this society, carefully protecting myself. In my friendships: 14 years with Wu, 9 years with Qian and Cong, 6 years with Lü, 3 years with You and Lin Ke. I cherish every moment with you - Besty’s-yoyo

18 years ago, I shouldn't have been alive in this world. A piece of trash just scraping by, having survived 18 years without dying is already the greatest tolerance from heaven. I am a useless yellow-trash with no purpose, living in fantasy every day, always thinking about winning the lottery or finding a windfall even before buying a ticket, already pondering how to spend it - Yezi's New World

17 years ago, I just went to Shandong. In the countryside, I saw four little puppies in a cardboard box, they were so cute. I insisted on raising all four together, which made my mother angry. She threw the box onto the street, leaving my "puppies" for people to take away