The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth, and missing youth.
Everyone's youth is a dream that seems both real and illusory, with a group of unforgettable people and some deeply memorable things. In the days and nights after you leave campus, there will always be a day when you look back and realize that this is the youth that is beyond the reach of others and yourself.
At this time, you will look back and say to those who come after you: "High school is always your happiest time."
Of course, people will never believe it later. Youth just passed away quietly with a smile, and people will come back again.
That's why Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty wrote this poem, Yi Jian Mei.
The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth, and missing youth. Who cares about pleasure and pleasure? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.
The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of crying marks, and thousands of crying marks. I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.
From a first-person perspective, I will take you into a true story, a real three-year growth life, and take you to see a dream that seems real and illusory, and an unparalleled youth.
Concept: The regrets of youth
