The road to growth is a combination of thorns and flowers, a combination of fantasy and loss. On this road, we have not only the memories of our youth, but also the thoughts and memories of life. It is said that when we are 18 years old, we are like flowers. What have the flower-like years left us, scars or tears? Is it a shooting star that cuts through the sky, or a short-lived and gorgeous fireworks. ------Who can watch all the fireworks with you in the end, and who is always the first to wipe away the tears from your eyes, do you remember?