Loneliness Against the Current

Youth is like wine, which burns your throat. Let's all have a drink. Let's all get drunk freely. The blood is rushing in our hearts, drunkenly overturning the tides of the rainy season. Bit by bit, we are tapping the memory of stranded youth. On the sand of the years, splashing flying notes, just to connect the foothills leading to the top of the rainbow in our dreams. At this moment, I want to know, how many kinds of ignorance will make me accidentally smash my youth to pieces? Looking back to say goodbye to all kinds of things, I allowed myself to burst into tears. I had been happy and excited at times, and sometimes I had sighs and sighs. I had no power to go through it, but I had the courage to go through it. I regretted it, and I don't regret it at all. Countless youthful dreams are shining in the huge waves of time, revealing a bright color, building this colorful world of ours. I sincerely bless them and wish them all to find a warm destination of their own youth. Free, tight, embrace forever. But our youth will eventually dissipate and fill the sky and earth. All the rain, snow, wind and clouds of yesterday will take off together and become the haze and joy of tomorrow, leaving only the fragrance of charm. Looking down at the publicity and ignorance of youth, I will burst into tears and sigh with regret because of the sudden reminder of some pale words; I will also struggle to regret and infinitely reminisce because of the warmth that suddenly rises from the bottom of my heart. All kinds of youth, some are sharp and convex, gathered into dazzling edges; some have been placed shallowly in the left atrium, condensed into the most quaint amber of memory; some are rolling over and overflowing, shooting out dazzling colors, jealous of how many people are young; and some are happening...