If you have to say that youth is perfect when you meet a mentally retarded person, I think my youth was too perfect because I met a group of people!
What I will never forget is not the ignorant first grade of junior high school, nor the passionate third grade of junior high school, but the relaxed and free second grade of junior high school.
I walked through the flowing corridor, counting the past on the bluestone slabs, keeping watch over the seeds of youth buried deep in my heart, just for the carefree time we were together.