After working for many years, I have had the same dream many times and frequently.
I dreamed that all these years of experience were actually a dream. When I woke up, I was surrounded by the examination room and the test papers in front of me.
In a daze, when I looked at the questions in the paper, I could no longer understand any of them.
It seems that it will take ten years to understand the meaning of that year. It is worth writing down, worth remembering and remembering.
I miss those days when everyone was a dark horse and the bayonet saw red.
Purpose: Missing youth
