If there is a period of impulsive and ignorant years in everyone's life, then so does Li Xunhuan. Looking back on that moment many years later, the summer afternoon was neither cold nor hot, the sun was warm, everything was just right. When he was very young, Xun Huan had always longed for a good age like seventeen or eighteen. He once described and imagined how he would spend his eighteen years, but the reality was always so skinny. What we had been looking forward to did not happen. However, life was not so empty. It was the best years of life. We all think that we are mature and experienced enough, but we forget that this is in contrast to childishness.
Once again, her youth ended blandly, but everything began blandly again.