While the morning light is still early and the years are still young, while the autumn wind is not dry and the youth is just right, let the cicadas chirp undisturbed. Tell us about your separation and see if we can meet until we grow old!
No matter how the setting sun shines and the men's eyebrows are bright, no matter how vast the flowing water is and the years fade away, no matter how clear the sky is always sweeping and the green mountains are seen in the distance, can we still rely on each other!
There is a youth in everyone's heart, and there is a story in every youth. As a generation born in the 70s, raised in the 80s, and loved in the 90s, people who join hands in the new century also have their own stories.
Why not, when the sunset dyes the sky red, have a cup of tea in front of the window, find a few old photos, flip through a few pages of idle books, and read about the youth of the past. What we recall is not the specific people and things in the book, but the sincerity and trust we still hold on to or have lost.