All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Turn the yellow title page over page by page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
youth
This is a sloppy book.
What the author wants to convey is nothing but blameless youth and flawless beauty. But how do you get it? Especially when people are around, they have complained, and falling in love has been flawed. How can they be flawless? At the same time, it is not that we can't find it, but we can regain the purity and crystal that existed at that time through introspection and enlightenment afterwards. Really, the past is pure, and all the flaws are just "unnecessary" additions to people themselves. Like andante in a song, we realize eternity. Yes, eternity has been forged, and all that is needed is the reader's understanding.
As time goes by, youth is gone. In the fear of falling, people need it but solve the eternal mystery. However, the power of love creates all kinds of immortality. Cold tears in rainy nights, passionate begging in the sunny world, all loveliness, don't all come from this impulsive season of human beings-youth.
Love grass in spring creates a refreshing green world; Love cicada in summer makes it simple and short; The infatuation with fallen leaves in autumn has ended the indifferent spirit of no regrets; In winter, I fell in love with a lonely goose and left an unforgettable time.
Yes, we should not be stingy with youth.
Even if she is a book that is too hasty, should we savor it carefully? Even if she is a book without rings, should we keep her forever?
Perhaps, youth has no complaints, and youth has no regrets. What can we expect?