Fantasize about one day in the future.
Dressed, playing flute and dancing sword.
Fresh clothes, angry horses, knight's liver, just courage.
I think society is the Jianghu in the novel.
A fiery heart will always decompose its achievements.
I used to be a teenager.
Lying on the roof with green bristlegrass in his mouth.
Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable.
Pedestrians are in a hurry, and the breeze pulls clothes.
Everything seems to have something to do with me
But it seems far away.
I hate living such a leisurely and free life, too.
Dull, exciting adventure
But now I'm not a teenager.
The struggle in the world is accustomed to giving up righteousness for profit.
The adventure of growing up smoothed out the sharp-edged teenager.
The regrets of the years are often on the lips.
But I can't go back to my old teenager.
A word of caution.
Young man, do it and cherish it.
Less fantasy, less expectation.
But I often think
In, this car didn't hang.
A sign of fantasy expectation
Did you waste your youth?
2020.4.25