Speechless Tears of Youth

Always on the day of the college entrance examination, I deeply think of my own college entrance examination, the struggling years, the wandering days; the barren youth, the sore tears; the frozen memories, the frozen scars; I think of... Always on drizzling days, I deeply think of my flying long hair, a touch of sadness, and vague waiting under a red umbrella in the drizzle, next to the soft willows; I think of those unbearable years; I think of... I always wander alone by the desolate bridge when the sky is covered with snow and the red plum blossoms are blooming; I look at the falling flowers and flowing water, and think about the vast sea of people, wondering where you are and where your soul is; I always feel that there is missing a piece of beauty and a piece of heartbeat in my life... I only dedicate this work to those young people who were my students back then; to my peers who fought with me to cross the "Single Plank Bridge" with thousands of troops and horses; to the people who love me and what I love; and also to the friends in the world who know true love; I don't ask anyone to pick up my sorrow, I hope You, who are as young as I was, no longer make mistakes, no longer hesitate, and walk through the green years safely; I hope you and I can cherish the heart-pounding true love in our lives. I hope you, my love is no longer a sad poem, but holding hands with the person I love most to sing the song of the years... If you can walk the road you have traveled over again, you will become a saint! ---Confucius It is said that when God created man, he also created his unique other half; most people have no chance to meet their other half in their lifetime; if they meet and miss it, the regret will be forever! ---Xi Murong Time flies by so quickly, some stories are written yesterday before they really started; some people become passers-by before they can truly fall in love with each other. I finally understand that some roads can only be walked alone. Those who have invited people to go with them will spend time together in the rainy season, but one day they will eventually be separated at a certain ferry. Walking alone on the worldly streets, the green rose Buddha passes through the skirt of the clothes, and the blue clouds wet the sincere words. Mountains and water can be forgotten, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person's joy in the floating world, and one person's long flowing water. Lin Huiyin