I stumbled upon the diary I had written before, and I didn't have the courage to read it. Seeing the first sentence, I tore off the piece of paper. When I was young, I had courage, but I didn't know many things and didn't know about life and the world

I stumbled upon the diary I had written before, and I didn't have the courage to read it.

Seeing the first sentence, I tore off the piece of paper.

When I was young, I had courage, but I didn't know many things.

Don't understand the world, don't ask about the future.

The past, the washing of the difficult years,

How deep can you stay in love?

The blade of time, even if it is carefully carved, cannot beautify the wrinkles on our faces.

The wind, frost, rain and snow of the years will also quietly enter the sideburns, and we will also grow old.

In the twilight years, the past clouds and smoke of the past will also turn from thick to light.

The past is over, what else is there to sigh about?

Even if the old thing is revived, it will no longer have its original meaning!

Like that broken diary, along with past thoughts, it will turn to dust and drift away with the wind.

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