Time is like a lawnmower, smoothing away the weeds in our hearts and making the years dull. However, that period of time called "youth" seems to have absorbed the nutrients of those grass clippings. As long as it is exposed to sunlight, it will be "reborn again". Those images slowly spread out, lingering in our hearts, slightly suffocating our cold hearts, and creating unforgettable memories for a lifetime.
If he doesn't grow up, Tathagata Buddha will not be able to catch Sun Wukong; if he doesn't grow up, Leifeng Pagoda will definitely not be able to trap White Snake. In this way, those wonderful green years will still be around, and they will not become thoughts, only remembered when looking at the moon occasionally.
When we were seventeen or eighteen at that time, we would not judge the people around us by the standards we were accustomed to. Good is purely good, bad is purely bad, but it all depends on your mood.
Our story only stops at that moment.
I still remember the bow in your hair and your handsome handwriting: If the spring dawns, the leaves are already green.