Journey of Youth

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting sad light and shadow. The fragments of memory are scattered in the wind, but your smile is forever fixed in my heart. The laughter and laughter of the past can now only be found in dreams. Memories are like wine, getting more fragrant with age, but also becoming more intoxicating. Years go by, memories are like songs, and those unforgettable past events always touch the softest part of the heart inadvertently. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.