When I was young, the madness of love and the publicity of love affected all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy for one person. The love at that time was clean and pure, but lacked the solid support of reason. It was grand and beautiful and could break at the touch of a touch.
After passing through youth and frivolity, looking back at youth, we meet again, our faces have been coated with time, and the past is still vivid in our minds. Only then did I realize that they were always there in the most beautiful scenery in my life.
People can't keep looking back, and they will eventually say goodbye to the past. After the age of eighteen, we are like pawns crossing the river in chess. We can only move forward, not backward. Maybe there is a scenery that truly belongs to you ahead.