"At that time, we tried every means to escape from the place, but later we found out that it was the past that we could not go back to. We thought it was a prison that bound us, but we didn't know that after leaving there, the outside is the real prison. What youth teaches us is loss, in addition to loss. Those careless memories at the time made us miss it unforgettable." This is Sister Yao's last diary, written two years ago, but it has not collected dust and shows no trace of time.
Those years are not new, but they are looked back on and missed all the time.
The sunshine outside the window is neither dazzling nor warm, it is the new season.
I have always believed that people are creatures with infinite desires. The reason why we continue to imagine and recall the infinite time of youth is because we miss the era when desires were very small. In that era, there were no disputes between us because of interests, no jealousy because of who was strong and who was weak, and no dissatisfaction due to background and family background.
Spring is a season that we can't stop. When she comes, we won't think she is outstanding, and some people may even hate her because of her vagueness, impracticality and inaccessibility; but when she leaves, we will miss her desperately, miss her vagueness, miss her cleanliness and ignorance.
All youth is always in autumn, but only I like to keep youth in spring, because youth starts like spring, and the end of youth is like spring in people's hearts, unfinished and ready to move.