The laughter and tears of youth eventually turn into the rock of memory, bidding farewell to us forever; the past that has become lost, and the infinite possibilities of tomorrow, are the wounds and pain of youth, which can never be forgotten. Youth is a raging flame that burns away all the frivolity of youth; but we can only keep warm in the embers, warming our already cold but still young hearts. The story of youth begins in my memory, and I hope you will share it with me if you are destined.