I have always liked a few poems by Bei Dao:
At that time we had dreams,
about literature,
about love,
About traveling across the world.
Now we drink late at night,
The cups touched together,
They are all the sounds of broken dreams.
Every girl was once an angel, and when she chooses to be a mother, she is destined to say goodbye to the word angel; every boy hopes to meet his ideal Snow White, but when an ugly boy really meets a fairy-like girl, will he have enough courage to walk towards his own princess?
Everyone has his own youth dream, but when we start to reflect on it, we find that our dream has long been broken. Do we still miss the people we once loved? Just like Sanmao said: Perhaps, there will come a day when we will hold other people's hands and forget about her level.
Dear, let's get together among Gu Feihong, Xia Yuhan and Fang Jingxue...