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At the age of 18, I thought about many things. What I didn't finish at that age is still thinking in my twenties. However, time never said goodbye to us and then flashed past. At that time, you always wanted to be different from others, to take a new road that others didn't take, to cross a stream that others didn't dare to cross, to read a long work that no one could understand, to know and make friends in different circles. You always say that you should try more things you have never had while you are still young. So, in a certain period of time, you said goodbye to many people around you one by one, waved to each of them and said, we are lucky to take the same train and accompany each other through several stops, but when we get off the train, we still have different ways to go, so we have to say goodbye at this station. Yes, that's what youth is like. Every stage has, so, farewell is what our youth should be like. Fortunately, we are still making an unswerving commitment to one of our dreams. We graduate, practice and find jobs. We talk about love, lovelorn, lonely. We resign, travel, get lost. We get married, have children and become dogs. Life is when we try to change like this, but it eventually becomes what we don't want to see. We lost the best years and time a few years ago to an unreliable choice. There's no way. It's already like this. What we can continue to do and the only thing we can do is to force ourselves to retreat our foot from the cliff and open up a new way that we feel is the right way. For a while, we suddenly became very busy. Busy writing graduation thesis, busy submitting resume, busy several interviews, busy making friends for dinner, busy traveling to a strange place, busy saying goodbye to a person who has talked about feelings for several years. In short, I was very busy at that time, and I don't know why I was so busy. Later, looking back, I was not the only one who was busy. At least there are you on this road. It is said that youth is always a shy and beautiful time. This is probably the place where all people living at this age burst into joy and tears. I'm honored to have had a time like this, about study, about friendship, about love, about everything that happened at this beautiful age. But everything, after all, has become once. This is not only a farewell to youth, but also a farewell to the past. When we can still remember this period of time, what we miss is no longer full of complaints, no longer the ridicule of others when making mistakes, and no longer a poor student who feels inferior because of poor class performance. But what happens to you is that there is a period of such emotional turbulence, a period of such a memory can be happy, you, me and him, and a period of stories that can never be written or edited at this age. Youth is very beautiful, and the people in youth are also very beautiful, but these are when we are going to say goodbye to her. No matter who you have met and what you have encountered before, all these will eventually become the past.
At the age of 18, I thought about many things. What I didn't finish at that age is still thinking in my twenties. However, time never said goodbye to us and then flashed past. At that time, you always wanted to be different from others, to take a new road that others didn't take, to cross a stream that others didn't dare to cross, to read a long work that no one could understand, to know and make friends in different circles. You always say that you should try more things you have never had while you are still young. So, in a certain period of time, you said goodbye to many people around you one by one, waved to each of them and said, we are lucky to take the same train and accompany each other through several stops, but when we get off the train, we still have different ways to go, so we have to say goodbye at this station. Yes, that's what youth is like. Every stage has, so, farewell is what our youth should be like. Fortunately, we are still making an unswerving commitment to one of our dreams. We graduate, practice and find jobs. We talk about love, lovelorn, lonely. We resign, travel, get lost. We get married, have children and become dogs. Life is when we try to change like this, but it eventually becomes what we don't want to see. We lost the best years and time a few years ago to an unreliable choice. There's no way. It's already like this. What we can continue to do and the only thing we can do is to force ourselves to retreat our foot from the cliff and open up a new way that we feel is the right way. For a while, we suddenly became very busy. Busy writing graduation thesis, busy submitting resume, busy several interviews, busy making friends for dinner, busy traveling to a strange place, busy saying goodbye to a person who has talked about feelings for several years. In short, I was very busy at that time, and I don't know why I was so busy. Later, looking back, I was not the only one who was busy. At least there are you on this road. It is said that youth is always a shy and beautiful time. This is probably the place where all people living at this age burst into joy and tears. I'm honored to have had a time like this, about study, about friendship, about love, about everything that happened at this beautiful age. But everything, after all, has become once. This is not only a farewell to youth, but also a farewell to the past. When we can still remember this period of time, what we miss is no longer full of complaints, no longer the ridicule of others when making mistakes, and no longer a poor student who feels inferior because of poor class performance. But what happens to you is that there is a period of such emotional turbulence, a period of such a memory can be happy, you, me and him, and a period of stories that can never be written or edited at this age. Youth is very beautiful, and the people in youth are also very beautiful, but these are when we are going to say goodbye to her. No matter who you have met and what you have encountered before, all these will eventually become the past.
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