18 Years old is the best age in life. Maybe a little impulsive, but more confident; maybe a little melancholy, but more sunny; maybe a little ignorant, but more mature with a slight greenness. Standing on the dividing line between children and adults, sometimes I feel a little at a loss, sometimes I am obscured by the dark clouds of life and lose the original direction of progress. I can't tell the difference between like and love, but I am as sensitive as a newborn chick... I take a tentative step, but quickly retract due to the cold outside. I want to hold on to the child's tail tightly, but I am pushed into the adult world; I try hard to play the role of an adult, but in the end I find that there is no sky for myself here.