What kind of love is the most precious, what kind of love can withstand the test of time, and what kind of love can stay fresh forever. There seems to be no answer. I thought love was beautiful before I met it, but once I met it, it was a completely different story. Those past events that you don't want to mention or look back on, let them settle in the long river of time. I still remember that beautiful young man under the kapok tree in that quiet summer. This is just a story, and there may be shadows of you, me, and some of the people I meet in life. I just hope to remember our lost youth through such a story.