I really like a passage by Jian Yu: "If memories can make you drink, the past can make you have a hangover. When you wake up, the sky is still clear and the wind is still clear, but the two sides of time can no longer be crossed with a reed. I know your heart."
At both ends of time, Yang Zhihan occasionally misses the days of his youth.
But what can never go back is love.
It's myself who loved you in my infinite reverie.
Purpose: A campus article about cowardice and the immature love of young people