Night Dream Palindrome

I don't know how to talk about it for a while. The hot summer days during military training, the sultry environment in the studio, and every night when I was hungry because of sketching and Lao Cui, but I clearly remember every stage, every close friend, every progress I made, and even every person who briefly appeared in my life and then left quickly. It has been a few years, and most of the people at that time have even forgotten their names and even faces. However, I think I feel better than the author because my emotional story is not in the same class. However, I am also very jealous of the author's writing talent. Sometimes, even though my heart is full of waves, the written words feel boring. When I was in high school, I was young and energetic. I always thought that I would become a great person in the future. I always wanted to compete with others no matter what aspects I could do. Until I encountered more and more setbacks and failures, I suddenly remembered the scene in high school when I felt ashamed of myself in writing and felt that it was understandable, so I laughed it off. Art High School is happy for me. Compared with junior high school where I had low self-esteem, my three years in high school can be called happiness when I think about it now. With this filter, the people and things in my memory are actually a bit cute. I have made a group of very good friends, and even my love life has developed to a level that I have never found myself. Asking my heart, I searched and searched, but I only remembered the picturesque eyebrows and the beautiful smile. The years pass by, but in a hurry, the longing turns into illness and becomes empty, and silent tears flow.