Youth sees youth, and all things are charming.
Youth, the word "seventeen strokes", can be defined and interpreted by countless words, confusion, loss, sadness, pain, excitement, wantonness, arrogance, publicity, it can be laughed and cursed, it can be arrogant, it can be full of tears, it can also be ecstatic, blood and passion, pride and strength, so colorful, so hearty, but at the same time, it is as clear as water and bright as spring.
Looking back suddenly, it is like a dreamy time. A person, a scene, or an object in the memory is doubly nostalgic because it will never come back. The pain of the past seems to have been evaporated by the years, and the sadness of the past has also been dissolved by time. Those who accompany you in sadness and share the joy, no matter whether they are forgotten or remembered in the end, appear to be extremely pure in such a season.
The years are a little drunk, and it is like being drunk, and the flow is young and beautiful, and the beauty is everywhere.