When a young man looks back on his youth, everything seems lovely.
Youth is a two-character word that can be defined and described in countless ways: confusion, loss, sorrow, pain, exhilaration, abandon, wildness, boldness. You can laugh and curse, feel invincible, weep until your clothes are soaked, or be wild with joy. Passion and fervor, pride and strength: youth is painted in such vivid colors, lived with such abandon, yet it is also as clear as water and bright as spring.
Looking back suddenly, those years seem like a dream. The people, places, and things in our memories become all the dearer because they will never return. Time seems to have softened the pains of the past, and dissolved its sorrows. Those who shared your sadness and your joy, whether you eventually forget or remember them, were utterly sincere in that season of life.
The years blur like a gentle intoxication, youth drifts by, and flowers bloom everywhere.
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I would like to make a small suggestion. A large-scale essay is more like high school than college. How can girls in college be so pure, let alone a sophomore? Anyway, there are very few people who are so well-behaved.
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