You say, if only we were not who we are.
Time is a house with countless doors, but it has imprisoned all our youth. Many people told me that youth is our capital to show off. Everyone in the world has relied on it, but we cannot get rid of the scarring thorns on our youth, even if we can occasionally hear the powerful impact inside, like the beating of the heart on countless nights. We can't go back for a second, but we have no choice but to walk towards the dark night to see if we can shine there.
There should be nothing in this world that can last forever.
Thick fog covered the gray sky, and the rain that had not yet faded remained on the transparent windows, mixed with the dust left in the night market last night, and was slowly blown dry by the cold wind. The dark green curtains were removed, leaving only pale traces. This is Beijing in October, as if I have just walked out of the downtown area. The small streets in this huge city are as quiet as ants moving, leaving no trace in a hurry. Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, these three cities, have attracted China's top talents without hesitation. Tens of thousands of people make a living here every day. It is as fierce as a pack of hungry wolves seeing a fat sheep that has no time to run. This is a city that many college students dream of going to. Of course, I am no exception. Everyone hopes to have a stable job there, a house of their own, and a family of their own. But life only allows for making wishes, but there has never been a Santa Claus to help people realize their wishes.
And my story begins in Beijing.