Fingertips flow through the moment

Everyone's youth is unique, perhaps sad, perhaps happy, every time through pain and joy, will be a baptism of their youth, a growth, a experience. Youth is like a clear and cheerful stream, rushing through, leaving no hesitation; youth is like a glass of mellow and delicious wine, after taste, it deserves our careful aftertaste; youth is still in the hands of golden loose sand, flowing from the fingertips, I can't find it anymore.

When I was young, I was carefree. There is no intrigue between adults; there is no intrigue in society; there are not so many troubles and sorrows. When I grew up, I learned the so-called "law of life" in the society, and I understood the hidden knives between people. At the same time, I lost the innocence of youth.

When I was young, there was no online game, no competition for content, nothing. In a very small world, I have a very "absurd" idea. Everything at that time was novel, and everything was beautiful. When I grow up, it is like falling from a high altitude. Apart from being awkward, I am only overwhelmed. Once upon a time, in the dead of night, there was an inexplicable fear of the passage of time. The time of more than ten years was just like a white pass, leaving no traces, but it was deeply recorded in my heart.

Forgetting the past is tantamount to betraying the future. Some people feel that their youth is mediocre and do not recall them. Some people think that youth is childish and not depicted. No leisure, white head, some people did not grasp, missed the opportunity; some people stunned, and ultimately nothing.

When I was young, I often asked my parents: "When can I grow up and when can I be independent?" At that time, the concept of time and its indifference, I thought that growing up is a very longing thing, then you can be carefree and free. It is. Knowing that I really grew up, I realized that I wanted to get rid of the time and thought that when I grew up, I was the most desirable place for me. I don’t know, I left the place that I most want. There is no tear in youth, no one is dead on the sun, when I am back again; youth does not regret, who can be young and not frivolous.

Youth is used for aftertaste, not for nostalgia; youth is used to motivate us to go up, not to compare the present. Although the past is no longer there, we should grasp the present time. People who lived yesterday are better off living today, realistically, facing the future.

The flow of years has been light, and the whispers are hard to say. Perhaps each of us will have a youthful past that we can't forget, and cherish the moment that the fingertips flow through...

Third day: Cui Zhiqian