Youth is like running water, long but hurried.
Memories are like running water, long but hurried.
Life is like running water, long but hurried.
How many pebbles have flowed through the water, how many fallen leaves have drifted past, how many rising suns have reflected...
The geese pass by silently, and the flowing water leaves no trace.
In our life, we pass by so many passers-by and play so many episodes. It seems ruthless, but deep-seated with deep affection...
Intention: Family, friendship and love will never be absent on the road of youth