[Introduction]
Flowers bloom every year, but the flower of youth can only bloom once. When I was on the platform alone, I suddenly looked back. Those chaotic footsteps had long been blurred, but the figure under the curtain of youth became increasingly clear and heart-stopping. Those once colorful and brilliant days have not been dimmed by the passage of time, but they are still flapping my eyelashes, passing from the sudden throbbing of my pupils to the depths of my soul, disturbing my self-righteous tranquility.
A string of days that will never happen again, a person who affects a lifetime, a colorful love. Although it is not thrilling or soul-stirring, it is like the snake of lovesickness coiled in my heart. Its unique rising flames remind me and whip me, confusing the longitude and latitude in front of me, and blurring my eyes at midnight.
The wind gave my wings power, just like the school song of China Southern Airlines sang: Flying in the wind; the wind broke my wings, and the moment they slipped from the clouds, I didn't know it was a dream, drunk, or awake!