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I have always wanted to write an article about "youth" in my heart. I poured all my energy and blood into it because I would be really old if I didn't write it. Every plot and certain words of this simple story carry my thoughts and express my heavy thoughts. Looking back on the journey of my youth, there are really too few good friends and confidantes of the opposite sex who have accompanied me. I am grateful to the friends who have stayed with me and those who have left. Because of your existence, I can have beautiful memories of the past. The lost youth has deprived me of time but cannot plunder those vivid and true memories. I commemorate "youth" in my own way! "Youth" is an eternal topic and never gets old. In my case, the memory and clarity of youth seem to be permanently fixed in college. It blurs that life never stops moving forward. The conflicts in the past have turned into friendship, because youth is priceless, and the same youth is gone. When you get older, your body and mind are still young. This is obtained with countless cold looks and cynicism. After the short-term youth of the past, you will still live as young as before, and you will still stick to your youth and freedom regardless of your own safety. Perhaps only by compromising everything can we gain the little freedom we only have. Freedom is getting better, youth is getting better, youth is getting worse, what else can I use to testify? Use your heart and the tenderness in your head to pay homage to the living "living body" that is about to pass away with me.

When a boy who loves tea falls in love with a girl who loves flowers, what kind of story will there be between them? The boy's love for tea forms his outlook on life as tea, and the girl's love for flowers forms his outlook on life as painting. When these two outlooks on life collide, what kind of sparks will there be? The love between them is not as grand as the eternal vows, it is just plain, as plain as a cup of tea. When you take a sip, you still feel like drinking plain water. Let us taste the extraordinary from their ordinaryness.