The Years Are Quiet and Peaceful, with No Fights or Quarrels

There once was a young man who was only 18 years old. He was an ordinary high school graduate. His writing was stiff and he had no choice but to write. The story I want to tell you is a bit bitter in joy, but also a bit unwilling, and I don't know how to say it in my youth. I used to think that if I wrote something, you would be the first one. I want to tell this story from many years ago. It was far away from me at that time. I heard it from others and added some of my own fictions to reluctantly write these stories. I hope that heaven and earth will be peaceful in the years, without any disputes or quarrels. I have imagined countless times that this story may be the unwillingness and scars in my life that are difficult to erase. I feel that as time goes by, the scars in my heart will be diluted. But I never thought of the unwillingness and arrogance that was suppressed in my heart. I still remembered it during my senior year in high school, but I never blamed myself. It was like this that I spent my senior year in high school in a daze. May the young man live in the present, neither humble nor arrogant, and be a young man when he returns.