Life does move forward, but sometimes, I go backwards.
On September 1, 2006, I walked into the junior high school campus with a notice and began my restless youth. First love, in the restlessness, is gone. At that time, it feels like a green apple, which is not yet ripe, but it is fucking rotten. When I am heartbroken, I am confused, my heart is like a knife, and I am in pain. I feel that the world has collapsed, human beings are extinct, and the end is coming. I am desperate for life. Later I understand, where is this? Life is growing, just play it slowly. It's like hearing "life" say to you in the chaos, come on, let's continue.
On September 1, 2010, I successfully entered the first turning point in my life as described by my junior high school teacher. High school is a grown-up youth. But no matter how old it is, it is still youth and cannot change into anything else. Just like a small apple is an apple and a big apple is an apple. No matter how small the small apple is, it cannot taste the cherry flavor. No matter how big the big apple is, it cannot spit out the watermelon seeds. So, let's just play and have fun and experience it well. If you want to cry, don't hold it back. If you want to laugh, don't hold it back.
Youth is something that is gone forever.