"Hey, tell me, what does the sky in a big city look like?" At that time, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was standing on the roof of his house with his legs crossed, holding a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth, looking at the twinkling stars in the dark night, and his heart was filled with longing for the future.
When you are young, you will feel sad when you are old. People are not frivolous and waste their youth.
Intention: Time flies like water, cherish the time and stay established