This is an era that spins at the speed of light, with crowds of people, the sun rising and setting, and every second and moment never stops. Time is passing by at our fingertips. We want to seize it but can't keep it. What can we leave behind? In those glorious days, the squandering of youth, the flawless smiles, and the sad tears have all been swallowed up by the times. In the future, I can only remember those momentary scenes, and the scenes of origin and destruction can no longer be recalled. Those emotions, thoughts and thoughts at that time have been silent and speechless in the era. We should always think of something to commemorate. You should remember those moments in the past. The times have forced us to rush forward. On the canoe in the sea of people, there have been too many rapids, too many things that have to be done, and too many things that cannot be done from the heart. No one would say: "I would like to stop here and never move forward." No one dares to make this bet, and no one can take this bet. The past can only pass, and the past has been buried. I don't want to think hard about those photos when I grow up, and work hard to light up those moments of inspiration. Perhaps, I can only write down words to commemorate, not just for a whim, but just so that I can think about it later. Light years go by, and the fire of karma is brilliant.