Today I was looking through the essays I wrote when I was in college. They have been gathering dust for a long time, and I have even forgotten the emotion in which I wrote them. Do you still remember that young man who was young many years ago? You would be moved by the new leaves in spring, the hissing cicadas in summer, the quiet sky in early autumn, and the steaming hot pot in winter. Now I am busy with all kinds of things, I have lost my understanding of many things in the world, and I have turned a blind eye to life. If you see it today, release it. This is also a reminder to yourself, don't go into that good night meekly.
Purpose: Do you still remember yourself when you were young?