Youth is a hasty book. When we re-read it, the writing has already been settled. It takes only a moment to grow up from childhood. Only by experiencing unforgettable things can you cherish those people you meet but can't let go. When I was young, I didn't know kindness and concession. I learned to cherish it after experiencing hurt. But youth is gone, like an expired ticket or a fading cloud. Only by holding on to the tail of the years can we hold on to our dreams. Writing on yellowed paper is youthful and frivolous, but taking a photo for three seconds locks in three years of youth. The branches growing wildly outside the window could not block the scorching sun, but the cicadas were the noisiest that summer. Youth is the blush at the dawn of dawn, with infinite longing and hope. It is also the brightest star in the night sky, guiding us in the direction we are going. Even if the road ahead is long, we are willing to overcome obstacles. It is like the morning sun, gentle and dazzling, and one cannot help but bathe in it. In those years, we chased our dreams, eager to explore the unknown world, and wrote our own stories with courage and determination. It is that colorful time, let us find unique value and charm in the years.
Purpose: Growth story