I have spent my whole youth, but I can't get out of the long rainy season. That's because the towering black pines in the rainy season, the rainbow after the heavy rain, and the endlessly yearning stars at night, all seem to be called indispensable and gorgeous chapters in life. But I have never known what youth is, a young face, the sound of books on campus, or degenerate, rebellious and random squandering? My youth was very monotonous, and thinking about it, he was probably the only one I could recall!