Given to You When I Was Seventeen

Xu Zhi walked on the path that was overgrown with weeds and trampled by many people coming and going. He thought carefully, looked at the bright color on the horizon, and then simply sat down. The tips of the grass pricked the palm of his hand, itching, like many tiny needles testing. He remembered running on the field ridge when he was a child, with the same kind of grass and the same stinging dusk. He didn't think then, he just ran, as all living things do without thinking. And now he sits here, like a shadow who has pressed the pause button. He thought: Is this what his life is like? This story only explores one question from beginning to end: How to reach reconciliation with time, memory and self? Let us accept changes, cherish the ordinary, and find inner constancy in the flow, so as to gain the strength to move forward.