I would like to use this article to commemorate our youth when we loved, hated, worked hard, hesitated, tried our best to get rid of the so-called fate, and finally screamed hoarse.
Every young face will always experience hesitation, hesitation, impulsiveness, wandering in the sea of people, dealing with it, polishing it, and finally becoming a lifelong mark. The hesitation and frustration here, the hustle and bustle here, the glory and glory here, and the bumps and bumps here all turn into eternity or bubbles at the moment we turn around. We will meet a lifelong irreversible, and meet the love of our life, and the memories related to them will be intertwined into thousands of words. We thought we would spend a lifetime talking about it, but in the end we have no way to talk about it. It turns out that everything must return to silence.
The memory that is regarded as life can only accumulate and ferment in the bottom of the heart, and there is no way to find it. Those things about us that ultimately cannot be explained to outsiders are fleeting.