In the past, I often thought, what is youth? The answer is always like looking at the clouds through a veil. It seems very beautiful and charming, but it is not clear. Gradually, I tasted the taste of youth, which is both astringent and sour. Although it is bright and beautiful, when I think of it, there is always a feeling of tears embedded in my eyes, not wanting to fall but unable to help but fall.
Stretching out my arms, I looked up at the sky, but it was getting dark. Looking into the distance, the once clear and smooth road becomes less and less bright and blurry. Sitting there, I let my thoughts flow freely in as comfortable a position as possible, but I inadvertently touched that period of time that had been lost. How did I feel in my heart? I can't tell.
Perhaps, because we are young, there is always a period of time when we have to walk alone, and there are always some people whom we meet, smile at, and become familiar with, but in the end we become so familiar that it is no longer easy to smile.
The end of a person's youth may be due to a change in mentality, but for me, the beginning of youth is due to an unexpected or destined encounter. "First Youth" is based on the 100-word daily diary during that period, and is based on memory. It is a book written to show the true feelings at that time.