1. The beginning of summer has passed, and the sultry weather has not receded. It seems that the coolness cannot keep up with the season, and we still need to wait a little longer. In the dead of night, I like to listen to some light old songs. I can always find a familiar feeling in those old songs. The sentimental melody ripples in my mind, thinking about it
2. Every bit of my experience, I count the falling leaves on the branches of youth, and fall into threadless contemplation again and again. Youth is a dream. When you wake up, you find that it has quietly left. Youth is another book. This book can only be read one page at a time, and does not give you a chance to read it again. Youth is more like love at dusk, holding her hand but unable to hold her heart. When we lament our youth, it is often because our youth has passed away and our years are gone. Who would think about the desolation and desolation of autumn in the warmth of spring? When youth is wasted wantonly, the pain when waking up from the dream is also increasing.
3. Losing youth is like a bird losing its wings, no longer able to fly in the blue sky full of fantasy. Those seeds of dreams planted in the season of youth have not yet blossomed. Now, after the season, will they still sprout buds? The expectation for them also loses the confidence to wait as youth fades away. Unknowingly, a beautiful season of life gradually disappears in the night sky of time, scattered into distant stars. The beauty of Shanghai at night, with its unique temperament, appears under this dark curtain. Once upon a time, when I packed my bags and set foot on this dream paradise, I looked at everything here with a youthful perspective and accepted everything here. At that time, I firmly believed that my dream was somewhere in a corner here, and I happily groped and searched for it. Although this dream-seeking road is not smooth and even rugged, the footsteps of youth are not afraid of this.
4. A youthful heart can well accommodate sadness and frustration, and transform it into a more determined motivation. That kind of youth is full of passion and persistence. It’s just that the youth burning with passion cannot withstand the urging of time. When I look back inadvertently, I find that I am already standing on the edge of youth. What I feel is the urgency of time. It is like the autumn wind blowing on the branches of life. I can't wait to show off my youthful appearance, standing at the window, looking at the passing ships on the river, in the neon flashing reflection, as if lonely hearts are floating on the long river, looking for their own direction. My thoughts have flowed farther and farther with this lonely river, just like my youth, slowly flowing through its seasons on the river of time.