"Fifty years ago, I leaned against my youth. After fifty years, I invade the bright head every day." This short five-character poem depicts an eternal truth and an ending that can never be changed. Like water, the beauty cannot bear to pass by, and the beauty will eventually wither in an instant. The sun and the moon alternate, the stars move, everything rises and falls, the years are like songs, time flies, traveling through the wind and rain, wandering through the four seasons, those distant past events are always unforgettable, reminding me again and again of those beautiful and affectionate memories that have been lost. Life in the floating clouds is illusory and wonderful, with unexpected gains, some that can never be pursued, and those that cannot be pursued have become the most beautiful, which makes people unable to stop, put aside all ties, abandon the should-be glorious life, gradually become intoxicated, and gradually become a flashy bubble. With never-ending pursuit, never-ending desire, and never-ending pace, is it possible to catch up with the illusory, addictive, nihilistic, and ethereal things? Have you ever lost something because of this? How much did you get? How much was lost? Maybe it is our blind pursuit, but in the end we can only gain a little, but lose everything.
Youth has been intoxicated, and the fleeting time waits for no one. The pace that cannot be stopped, the mood that cannot be stopped, bring about the sky of desire, and also bring about a rough life. I would like to use this article to warn those who are obsessed with floating shadows. The road ahead is long and endless pursuit. Do you have to wait until the youth is gone and the charm is gone before you can realize the true meaning of life? Or should we stop here to understand life...
Shui Ruohan