Lost Time When I Was Young

Content introduction: (Recommended article: - "The passing years are slightly cool, and the summer is sad" http://novel. Hongxiu. Com/a/741768/index. Html) ——————————————————————————————————————————— In the summer of 2013, I walked out of a prison where I could never see the light of day. When the first soft rays of sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell on every inch of my skin, I knew that I was reborn and I was free. And the price of rebirth and freedom is that those young days that can never be returned are all lost... ◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎ ◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎ I walked with heavy and determined steps and stopped in front of Shami's tomb. There was a bouquet of flowers placed under the tombstone. It was obvious that someone had been here just now. Memories emerged. At the moment when the tears couldn't stop flowing down, a breeze blew over. I turned my head inadvertently and saw a woman just like me on the deep and long cemetery road ahead, walking with heavy and determined steps... I stared at the woman's figure, getting farther and farther away from me. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Such a strange figure, yet so familiar; in fact, I don't want to lie to myself. When I first saw this woman's back, I already recognized her... At that moment, I wanted to chase him, but when I lowered my head and looked at my mottled and haggard, blurred and vicissitudes of shadow under the sun, I found that even my courage to catch up had disappeared. … ◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎ ◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎ Zhuang Xiaoting, our love: ——Just like the youth we have lost long ago, we can never get it back.