On the afternoon of the weekend, I got tired of playing with my mobile phone and stared at the computer in a daze. My mind was filled with random thoughts and wild imagination. I recalled some fragments of my experiences from birth to the present. They were messy and disorganized, just like my thoughts at the moment. In recent days, I don't know if it's because of a brain convulsion or something, but I have given up on the fantasy novels about immortality that I followed, and instead started reading youth novels. I never read these articles before, because I was young. Nowadays, the youth is no longer green. Looking at the youth of others, although we can find some nostalgic elements from that time, after all, it is not our own. So, I had the urge to write down those moments of my life. I don't know if it's my own three-minute heat, or if it's because I'm not angry at other people's youth.