Follow the deeds of youth and cherish them again. You may find that you will have less immature impatience and more accumulated love for your parents.
Purpose: I have been living a quiet life for a long time, looking at the past as if it were just a cloud of smoke. One day I suddenly realized that my life was almost a third of the way, and I wanted to read a sentence before, "The final death of a person is when the last person who remembers you dies." Thinking about it, it is not easy to go through the world. Whether someone remembers it or no one remembers it, you have to leave something to prove your existence. This article is an essay, which I wrote slowly along the thread of my memories, to kill my boring daily life, and to practice my writing skills.