I remember reading Shen Qing's "Youth" when I was very young, and I still remember that passage: The flowers of youth bloom and fade, which makes me tired but I don't regret it; the rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but haggard. The entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk, the passing wind, the passing dreams, the passing years. At that time, I just felt that such a poem was so beautiful, but after truly experiencing the so-called youth, I realized that youth has love, pain, helplessness, and memories. I would like to regard youth as the time of my life. In our time, we will meet him, her, and more passers-by in life. As Faye Wong said in her passing: "In my lifetime, we will meet on a narrow road, and we will eventually be unable to escape. The palms of our hands suddenly grow tangled curves." Likewise, time flies by. Which person will you meet that moves you? You will inevitably struggle with it.