Library

When I was a student, I read a lot of youth books, some were mainstream, some were non-mainstream, some were painful, and some were healing. But looking back, what was my own youth like? Pale lights, hot air, gloomy classroom, The sunshine moves from the back row of the classroom to the blackboard, and I study at night every night. The noisy cafeteria, the race against time in the bathroom, There are also drowsy morning and evening readings. No time to taste life, no time to see the scenery, When the thousand sails have passed, look back again, But it is so nostalgic and full of regrets.