Flowers bloom and close, the tide ebbs and flows, and there is a sense of tranquility and tranquility in the simple and quiet time. I like to drink a cup of strong tea until it is tasteless, and like to watch a play come to an end, as if I can taste a little bit of the spirituality of all things here, and let my thoughts wander, which is beautiful beyond words. This feeling can be remembered by itself, don't let it go away in vain. Therefore, I captured some of my youthful inspirations and compiled this article to prepare for the times when everything and I are no longer the same thing, and when we look back, the lights are still dim.
At that time, I would watch under the dim light, holding a yellowed book of poems in my arms.
Is that young man who has been thrown away by time as innocent as he was yesterday...