Your youth, my youth, seem to be the same, but they seem to be different. Youth is beauty, throbbing, and memories. It is a rivet left deep in the memory. It is also a signpost for a fleeting thought. It is a talk in the prime of life, and a yearning and joy in the old age. It is the present that cannot be retained, and the confused future that cannot be stopped. If I could go back in time, I would want to start my youth again, because... Not working hard enough? Not confident enough? Not good enough? It doesn't seem to be the case, I just want to do it again... "Mom, why am I called Shi Jin?" "Shi Jin, Shi Jin, mom hopes that you will be happy every day." "Then why is your brother called Shi Mo?" "Mom hopes that your brother, no matter what, is Are you happy today and in the future?" Ha, this is actually just my fantasy. When I asked this question, my mother just said, "One today and one end, it just rhymes." Often we like to think of things better. Today is the beginning of time, the beginning of time, the end of time, the end of time, and the end of time. I miss that young man in my youth who wants me to live again. If I can, I want to get to know you again in those days when today is going fast, I am looking forward to meeting tomorrow, and I want to turn back yesterday. Then repeat it over and over again, start over and over again, and throb over and over again, because I want to stay in those youthful years to this day forever.
Purpose: Because we have never had youth, so I want to write an article about youth like this