In 2008, for China, it was a mixture of joy and sorrow, and it was not peaceful. Fortunately, the clouds were clearing, but we still miss it because it was the youthful year in our lives, because we were eighteen years old that year, full of longing and a promising future.
In 2008, I shed the most tears so far in front of the TV screen. But now, I just hope that the years will be peaceful and the world will be stable, that's all.
Suddenly I miss those sunny days, crying wildly and laughing loudly.
Goodbye, my 18 years old; Goodbye, our 2008; Goodbye, Qingliang Lane, Nanshan Road and Zhongxia Street.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. (This was the best of times, it was the worst of times.) -- Dickens, "A Tale of Two Cities"
To borrow a line from the movie Party A and Party B, "2008 has passed and I miss her very much."
How were you in 2008? Who are you? Where are you? What are you doing?