Personnel news, dreams shatter into nothing; efforts are in vain, and there is no turning back. This is really the picture closest to youth that I can think of. Everyone has another self in their heart. They live in parallel time and space, with only ideals and nothing to do with reality. Thank you, thank you to everyone I met, and thank you to myself for never giving up.
How many years later, the places we passed by are still there, the college entrance examination oath hanging in the air is still there, the bitter but beautiful memories of the senior year of high school are still there, there is no sigh, only nostalgia.
Time flies, and the years linger; the pride remains undiminished, and we laugh at the past.
For the past, for the past, for the years that can no longer come back. I think what I can leave behind is the slight ignorance in the flowery rainy season, and the strength to fight together, cry together, and move forward together with you.