What is your youth like? Is it the throbbing of the flower season and the rainy season or the entanglement of mathematics, physics and chemistry? The poetic and earth-shattering scenes in novels should turn out to be dull and boring in reality. This is how we grow up. We are not the second generation of rich people. We cannot compete with our father. We can only rely on ourselves. Intertwined with dreams and emotions, surrounded by friendship and love, how will we move towards the future; how can we hold on to our true heart in the darkness? How to survive in the midst of ridicule? How can we continue on this path of growth?