I truely like this.

That day I was twenty-one years old, in the golden age of my life, I had a lot of extravagant wishes. I wanted to love, I wanted to eat, and I wanted to become a half-bright, half-dark cloud in the sky at a moment's notice. I later learned that life is a slow process of hammering, and as people grow older, their extravagant wishes fade away day by day, and finally they become like a hammered cow. But I did not foresee this when I celebrated my twenty-first birthday. I think I will always be alive and well, nothing can hammer me.