We have all been young at one time or another. The friends we had when we were young, the books we read together, the roads we walked, the forests, fields, school buildings that accompanied us when we grew up, the people we loved, and even the vendors who once sold us snacks are all like a moving ink painting, exuding a faint fragrance of ink, floating in the past. Sometimes, we suddenly feel sorry for those of us who are young. The sensible and ignorant of those years, the struggles of those years and the inability to perceive the future, the responsibilities that are more or less shouldered by young shoulders, and the timidity and panic of ignorant young hearts. As we grow older, they slowly fade away from us, and finally we become adults who can experience the wind and frost of the years. But when I was alone in silence, the youth in time came out of my heart inadvertently, and I had no choice but to say to them: "Hello! Youth!"
There was once a lively and lovely girl like Xia Qingqing in everyone's memory. She filled the blanks in our ordinary youth. The innocent sky at that time was dyed into a crimson glow.
When everything returns to the past, looking back, we realize that the smile at that time, the shyness at that time, the mystery at that time, and the arrogance at that time all originated from our inferiority complex. Many years later, we discovered that it was the ugly duckling-like greenness in life, the traces of growth during the painful transformation into the white swan, that secretly dominated our youth... Some times, like the breeze blowing on our faces, plucked the moving strings in our hearts.