I have no contact with my once good friends for a long time. When I contacted him again, I would only ask questions such as "Which university did I go to?" "How are my grades now?" "Have I studied hard?"... And so on. It seems that everyone has grown up and become sensible. The price to pay for this kind of growth must first be pledged with youth.
Perhaps, in the future, we will no longer have such pure joy. In these fleeting years of youth, I can only stand in the future, look at the scenery of the past, see such crisp days, and think of such important faces. Then say goodbye to the past with a heart full of emotions.