Remembering the Past, Never to Return

Don't laugh at the boy's dream of rivers and lakes. Who doesn't dream of rivers and lakes as a teenager? Once he was young and aspired to travel three thousand miles, but now he hesitates for hundreds of steps and has no success. He has been ignorant for half his life in the mediocre world. In the blink of an eye, all his hair is gray in the hall, and his children are staggering in the school. A few taels of broken silver remind people. The old heart still has few wrinkles, but the eyebrows are full of wrinkles. Drunk and returning to the dream, the youth still only sigh that time is too fast.