Speech before Xi Murong's poem Youth?

It's like sitting alone in a cold theater after the curtain falls and recalling the wonderful chapters that once flowed on the stage, like standing in autumn leaves and listening to the crisp rhythm of spring life, like trudging back to an oasis full of hope in a silent desert. Through the journey of life, I sang Xi Murong's youth over and over again, and chewed the sweet sadness over and over again. When the smoke of youth clears, the stove of life is still warm and hot.