Descend to Heaven

At that time, I always felt that the world was like a canvas that was not completely dry, and I could paint it the way I wanted with just a burst of passion. Dare to run after the wind under the scorching sun, dare to shout unrealistic dreams to the stars, thinking that youth is capital to squander, and even if you are wrong, you can say "one more time" with a smile. Only after you have fallen down can you understand that there is a price to pay for some publicity; only after you have hit a wall can you realize that not all corners can break through the south wall. But looking back, those foolish impulses and reckless persistence eventually became the brightest light in my memory - they were the unique medals of youth, reckless but hot.