Lost in Love with Youth

This book is not really a novel, but perhaps a collection of narratives, so the order of chapters is inevitably a bit confusing. When we suddenly look back and review the little things that happened around us, they are more precious than gems. Time, the great writer, has given us countless beautiful memories, from early childhood, to childhood memories, to rebellious youth, and finally to our mature selves. During these growth processes, we begin to transform and grow. Sweet, bitter, joyful, sad, beautiful... These memories will always exist in our memory, giving us the motivation to continue going and adding infinite brilliance to our tomorrow. Therefore, I want to reflect the impact of the continuous development of society on people through the comparison between the present and the past. I want to recall every bit of the past, capture the most precious things, and keep a copy here. What do you think?