The young time that I can't go back to...

--Once a guestbook, the handwriting was confusing

Once an old photo album, the smile was still clear

--Opening a book, the past time trekked back to the heart

Thought that yesterday had long been forgotten, clear as day.

--Over the years, one thing I've been learning is not to look back. Regret only the things you have not done, not the things you have done. Every walk in life has a price to pay, and I have gotten some that I wanted and lost some that I didn't want to lose. But who is not like this in this world?

-Where is the youth?

Every teenager's eyes, black and white, as if a curtain.

Bravery, impulsiveness, cowardice, curiosity, longing, confusion, sadness, disappointment, contemplation -----

--All the brilliant colors belonging to youth are staged in that black and white curtain.

While it is being performed colorfully, we are ignorant, and in time it is near to our eyes.

It is precisely because it is so close, so close in our eyes, that we cannot see it.

The only way we can see it clearly is when it gradually moves away. See clearly that all maybe wonderful, maybe not wonderful story behind the cause and effect of gain and loss, but everything has been fixed after the film, whether we are smiling, or tears, can only stand in this end of the time, and still look at the end of the time on the screen of the gatherings and dispersal, gain and loss.

This is the youth, only after it left, we can see clearly.

Because of the importance of teachers in children's lives, traditional Chinese culture has always emphasized the importance of respect for teachers, respect for teachers in China has long been elevated to the moral standard, but forgot that, precisely because of the importance of teachers in children's lives, teachers should actually respect children.

With respect for individual life, there can be a correct guidance for individual life.

--Hate the teacher, so do not learn his class, poor grades, this is actually revenge to whom?

The child's defiance may be ridiculous and childish in the eyes of adults, but it is the only way we know, and it is tragic and righteous.

--First love, is, a flower called love sinus blossomed in the moment, not a step earlier, not a step later, he happened to be there.

Love sinus, is, the world's most white and pure flower, a lifetime only once, open when the fragrance, thanks to the bitter, never fruit.

-Within the time, you, I may have long been the face of the vicissitudes of life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.

Outside of time, you and I are still crystal clear, sitting side by side on the teacher's steps covered with peach blossom petals.

-Time is fleeting and short, so the love and warmth are always in a hurry, before they can be cherished, and then they are gone.

Time is eternal and long, so those love and warmth, always engraved in the heart, a lifetime, can not be forgotten.

--I can lock the diary, but I can't lock my heart.

I can lock my heart, but I can't lock love and sorrow.

I can lock up love and sorrow, but I can't lock up following your gaze.

After many years, I can, on a cloud, smile and shake hands with you, and then gently say goodbye.

And that, that unspoken word, you will never know, it is locked with the bottom of the river of time.

-There were many proverbs when I was a child, and when I grew up, I realized that they were just some beautiful lies, such as, "one point of cultivation, one point of harvest".

This proverb only takes into account the variable of the hard work of the farmer's uncle, but forgets to take into account the related variables such as good or bad weather, price rise or fall, etc. In fact, the harvest is a multivariate function, not a univariate function.

I prefer to define it in terms of rigorous math: plowing is a necessary but not sufficient condition for harvesting, i.e., in order to derive harvesting, there must be plowing, but plowing does not necessarily derive harvesting.

--The most stubborn wounds in the world are those that don't bleed, there is no medicine, and no way to heal them, and even if they are healed, they are like the shadow of the moon on the water, which seems to be intact and calm, but whenever the wind blows, it wrinkles up the fine cracks, and the pain is dark.

--Some people's blooming and withering like the red rose in the sunshine, regardless of the opening and falling are sensational, become a legend in the memories of the bystanders

-some people's blooming and withering like the wild lilies in the valley, regardless of the opening and falling are noiseless, become a secret buried by the time.

-Women's friendships have been complicated since they were little girls.

Men's friendship is probably like playing soccer, the bottom line and the rules, are clear in mind, cooperation and competition is clear, fighting and shouting, melting with each other's sweat; women's friendship is probably like cooking dishes, there is no stereotypes, there are no rules, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, all can be included in the dish, the flavor can be complex enough that, in addition to the preparer, no one knows what she actually put in it.

--The heart of a young man is tender and soft. Therefore, the hurt and warmth, will be y remembered. In the end, what is remembered, mingles with time and becomes our character.

--We raised our chins and looked at the world with a provocative gaze, seemingly stubborn and strong, but in our hearts there is fear and confusion.

Adults, we understand your desire to mold us into something good, but please understand; it is not the cold sharp knife that makes a beautiful statue, but a pair of eyes that know how to appreciate the beauty, a heart full of love, a pair of warm hands that makes a beautiful statue.

-When I was young, I didn't know how to be kind because I hadn't been hurt; I didn't know how to give in because I didn't have any fear, so I didn't know how to give in, so I was reckless and didn't care about hurting others.

When one day we experience being hurt, know the pain and fear, only then will we understand the mercy and concession.

But at this point, the youthful exuberance and recklessness is gradually leaving us.

We have grown up with a mottled heart in our chest.

-Young, lack of reverence for time and life, acting will be capricious to reckless, will not consider the consequences, and do not know how to fear the consequences, so the mistakes of the young are often as long as a little more reason, restraint can be avoided mistakes. But by the time we understand this, the mistake has often already been made; and when we haven't made the mistake, we can't listen to anyone's bitter reasoning.

--No sad face, is my teenager, not hasty eyes, was changed by the years of those who can not go back to the young time, to miss with the truest heart

--Not all the memories are beautiful, not all the people are worth remembering! What we can't forget may not be those things and people, but our lost dreams and passions.

--The world is so big, but I met you; the world is so small, but I lost you. The world is so big, but I can never forget you; the world is so small, but I can never meet you.

Just at this crossroads, the young you and I waved goodbye. We thought we were waving goodbye to a love affair, but we didn't know that we were waving goodbye to our youth; we thought we were forgetting only a period of laughter and sorrow, but we didn't know that what we were forgetting was our dreams and passions.

--Growing up is like participating in a running race. When you see others running faster than yourself, you will not necessarily be anxious and sad, but only when you are overtaken by people on the same starting line day by day, you will be anxious and sad. Maybe you won't remember those who are far behind, but you will always remember the one who ran ahead of you.

--When growth is finally tempered by the fires of time into adulthood.

--At the crossroads, maybe you waved, maybe you didn't even wave, and each of you set off in a different direction. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the race was finally over, but you didn't realize you were standing at another starting line, and a new race had begun.

You ask, "How can it not end? When will there be a break?

Never! This is life!

--The most stubborn wound in the world is the one that does not bleed; there is no medicine, and there is no way to heal it; even if it calms down, it is still like the shadow of the moon on the water; it seems to be intact and calm, but whenever the wind blows, it wrinkles up the fine fissures, and it hurts secretly.

--Some people envy the beauty of the stars, reach out to pick the stars, and work hard for many hours, but can not be obtained.

The man scoffs: selfless.

He replied: reach for the stars, although not get the stars, but the heart of the beautiful scenery, hands are not stained.

The heart of a young girl is like a flower, it will bloom and wither for her favorite person.

Some people's bloom and wither as the sunshine of the red rose, no matter open and fall are sensational, become a legend in the memories of the bystanders; some people's bloom and wither as the valley of the wild lilies, no matter open and fall are noiseless, become a secret buried by the time.

-- Legend has it that a carp has to jump over the dragon's gate, shed all its scales, and chop off its fins before it can be transformed into a dragon;

Legend has it that a bird has to burn itself, and go through the pain of the fire before it can be transformed into a phoenix.

This is the first time that a bird has to burn itself.

Is it necessary for youth to go through the pain of ignorance in order to attain the wisdom of maturity?

-When we were young, because we had not been hurt, we did not know how to be kind; because we had no fear, we did not know how to yield; we were capricious and reckless, and did not care about hurting others.

When one day we experience being hurt, know the pain and fear, only then will we understand the mercy and concession.

But at this point, the youthful exuberance and recklessness is gradually leaving us.

We have grown up with a mottled heart in our chest.

-When I was young, I liked to talk about ideals, I liked to make plans, and I thought that as long as I was smart enough and worked hard enough, I would be able to realize it, but I didn't know that we were just a small piece on the destiny board with space as the warp and time as the weft, and that the board was shaking slightly, and that we would be deviating from the track of the plan.

--Envy is a very subtle thing, one step forward, can become admiration, as an example; one step backward can become cynicism, as an enemy, but no one is a complete angel, no one is a complete devil, so envy into jealousy, into the heart of the devil, people in the struggles before and after.

-- When I was young, I lacked reverence for time and life, and I acted capriciously to the point of recklessness, not considering the consequences, nor knowing how to fear the consequences, so the mistakes of youth are often mistakes that can be avoided with a little more sense and restraint. But by the time we understand this, the mistake has often already been made; and when we haven't made the mistake, we can't listen to anyone's bitter reasoning.

--A beautiful woman is loved, a strong woman is honored, and when a woman is both beautiful and strong, she will be invincible.

--Adults, no matter how many mistakes they make, are the fruit of their own making.

But teenagers, their mistakes often stem half from their parents and half from their ignorance of life.

Life is full of divergent paths, and a single thought may lead to a bumpy road. Of course, the divergent path is also the road, there are people out of a different vast sky, but if time can be reversed, their face of vicissitudes, tired smile would rather choose not to have that one step of loss.

--The hard work is nothing, the long wait is nothing. As long as, when the shock waves settled, everything can come as desired.

But life is a comedy and a tragedy, and there is no correspondence between what you give and what you get.

-There are always times when you have to go through the motions before you realize that you are already deep in your memory.

After many years, a certain night under the lamp, suddenly remembered, will quietly smile.

Those people, have been in the river of time in the boat far away, disappeared. The heart, however, flows with the warmth of the river of time, never fading away.

-Einstein said that success is equal to 1% of talent plus 99% of sweat, but I think success is equal to 10% of talent plus 30% of luck plus 60% of sweat.

On the road we traveled, there are many people who are both talented and willing to pay, but fate does not favor them, respectable is often such a person never complained about the bitter, nor complained about fate, they are silent, hard work, continue.

Small as an opportunity, big as health, and even life, fate will often take away without mercy.

We can't stop what fate takes from us, but we can choose to value what we have already received from life.

--When I was a child, I stood on my tiptoes and looked at myself when I grew up

When I grew up, I looked back alone at the time of my pure youth

--The face that was not sad, was my teenager, and the eyes that were not hamstrung, were changed by the years

-Those who can not go back to the young time, to miss with the truest heart

--Young we always lack of patience, do not understand that the life of the most unrequited page, always hide the deepest.

Not until years later, when we look back, we will understand what we missed.

At that moment, the only thing that was left were the tears, which were sacrificed to the youth that had long been gone and would never return.

-How to love your imperfect self with ease and confidence is a more profound study than how to love others.

--Not all memories are beautiful, not all people are worth remembering, the river of years is too long, most of the people and things will be mercilessly washed away, but everything related to youth will always be precipitated to the bottom of the river and become indelible beautiful memories.

What we can't forget is not those things and people, but our lost dreams and passions.

--No step by step, no one can reach a thousand miles; no small stream, no one can become a river and an ocean.

All of us want to make a thousand miles or a river or an ocean, but when the short steps and small streams are spread out over 365 days of the year and become boring repetitions day by day, and the thousand miles or the river or the ocean cannot be seen in any way, then there is no hope, no light, and all the ambitions become laughable.

Only with a perseverance, day after day to insist, is not insisting on the certainty of success?

Not necessarily, but do not insist, but certainly will not succeed.

-When layer after layer of scars are wrapped around our hearts, we become no longer easy to hurt, and no longer easy to move, but also grow up.

--I slowly began to hide Xiaobo and Xiaofei to the deepest part of my heart. Maybe, no matter how big the hurt, we can heal, no matter how painful the loss, we can get used to it. We call it - habit, or we can call it - forgetting.

--The cause of every person's character can be traced back to the family in which he was born and grew up. In this world, there are only bad families, not bad children.

-When our eyes are no longer black and white like a baby's, the world before us begins to be no longer black and white.

Sincere indifference, hypocritical kindness, the blurring of praise and blame, black and white intermingled, the relationship between classmates began to be complicated, no longer simply you and I are good, you are not good with me.

One of our feet is still in the Lin Daiyu style of good and bad with the heart, but one foot has stepped into the Xue Baochai style of smooth worldly knowledge.

We have realized that getting along with each other is also a learning process, but we have not yet understood that this is actually a much more difficult and far-reaching learning process than going to college.

--This is the human world, even though we have already accumulated the wisdom of our predecessors from books, and at that time we already knew that it was unusual, and knew that it was valuable, but we still had to let go and let it go, because the hands of time are always turning, and will not stop.

--How many people in this world are willing to dance in shackles? Tailsheng's embrace of the pillar is certainly shocking, but even if you let go, there is no excuse. This world is not the majority of people are willing to carry a heavy load, or this world does not support the various kinds of people to carry a heavy load, so let go is natural, but I still can not help but sad.

--Ten years from now, when we look back at the present, whether we will also feel. We are but tiny beings in a powerful destiny. In the novel, the truth eventually becomes clear and leaves us with infinite imagination, and can we be so lucky?

--Why is it that when we are young, love is simple but stupid and frustrating, sincere but sharp? Why is it that when we don't know how to love, we love most unreservedly, and when we know how to love, we are no longer willing to give easily?

--Youth is so short, but I met the person I love when I was in full bloom; life is so limited, but I was y loved by the person I love in the most beautiful years.

We were in love at the top of the mountain and at the corner of the sea; even if the end is at the top of the mountain and at the corner of the sea respectively, I have no regrets. The only thing I regret is that I didn't love him more.

--How I wish I could have been less self-conscious; how I wish I could have been less proud, though even then we might not have been able to be together, but at least we would have been happier then, and now you would be more willing to remember the past.

-Because you are a big boy, you are proud and careless.

Because I'm a little girl, I'm inferior and sensitive.

We tried so hard to love, thinking that if we pushed hard enough and hard enough, it would change everything, not realizing that our end was already predetermined.

Many years later, years have gone by, youth is old, you are no longer proud and careless, I am no longer inferior and sensitive, but we will never love so hard, so hard again.

I can only sing that old song, in the light of tears, remembering that you had loved me very seriously, very clumsily, and smile alone.

-Love is not controlled by wisdom, but by fate. We are never wiser than fate, and whenever we think we control the true meaning of love, fate sneers.

--The years have forged my heart into a strong iron, so that I can be comfortable in the world. But only you, easily, can make it shatter.

Just because, you are all my youthful years, is all I can not forget the laughter and sorrow, hard shell, there is always a deep corner, for you to beat gently.

--Thank you, have met with my heart; thank you, have promised me that beautiful vow.

Time passes, years grow old, heartfelt encounters will be separated, beautiful vows will change, the world has too many defects and regrets, but I remember, I will always remember, you have y loved me.

--This is our story, but we neither expected the beginning of the story, nor did we expect the end of the story, we blame it on fate, in fact, all the sadness and happiness, are written by us with a stroke of a pen.

Only in the moment of looking back can we see the cause of everything, and only when it is too late can we figure out what we missed at that time.

--If time could be turned back, I would not be proud to pretend I don't care, I would tell you out loud that I love you, I would hold you tight when you are sad, and I would not care only about my own feelings and not about what you think.

But - but - but -

Justine Leung sang "If One Day", but she later sang "There is no if".

-What is fate? There are two English quotes that say it all:

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call destiny.

People heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call destiny.

It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.

It is a mistake to worry too much about the future, the only thing we can grasp in the chain of destiny is the present.

--Sadness is sadness, decadence is decadence, sadness is because of the past, decadence is the destruction of the future, never take the decadence as sadness, with the future for the past burial.

--The faucet clattered and flowed, forming a swirling vortex at the mouth of the downpour, and the brown muddy water carried the breath of the past, beating circles with longing, but washed away by clean new water that flowed away quickly, fading more and more and disappearing gradually.

Like water flowing, so this is what it means, the new flows in, the old flows away, how to grasp it can not be grasped.

--Please believe that the time that sneaks away has aged us, but it has enriched our life.

Please believe that the vicissitudes of our faces after experiencing the world's events have not only taught us cold self-protection, but also allowed us to learn to mercifully sympathize with others.

Please believe that there is something in this world that will last longer than time, and that is our hearts to love others and ourselves.

Please believe that the preciousness of youth is not because of those young days, but the heart filled with bravery and passion, not afraid of getting hurt, not afraid to give, not afraid to love, not afraid to dream.

Please believe that the loss of youth is not terrible, the terrible thing is to lose the courage to love life.

-In this bustling red dust, busy life, we have been polished more and more hard, but in the depths of the heart there must be a softest corner of the collection of the tenderness we once.

Always in the vicissitudes of the intervening years, the eyes suddenly swept through a ray of gloom, remembering the tenderness of those youthful eyes, the eyes of the crystal young man, the dust and dirt of the years as if it will never stain the splendor of his brow; will always be in the déjà vu landscape, the heart of the sudden rise a period of anonymity of the despondent, despairing those who have become a reminiscent of the feelings of the youth who do not know where he has gone.

But is it really the teenager who makes us feel sorry for him?

Perhaps it is not the person we are upset about, but our own lost youth, we can not forget the person, but their own once bright and colorful.

-Those beautiful or unattractive moment after moment, there are wantonly flying laughter, there are also suppressed the pain of crying.

But the long time, eventually and surely all the pain and laughter are coalesced into the most beautiful stars in the memories, and gently illuminate our lives.

Because of their stopping and looking back, our flower season has not become a lonely humming alone, because of their tears and smiles, our flower season has played the most splendid music.

Those who have accompanied us to cry and laugh have indeed been far away, and perhaps will never see each other again in this life.

But the love and care they left behind will never die.

In the moment we look back, they are there, still young eyes, engraved with our youth, and we are still young eyes, also engraved in their youth forever.

PS: There is a dialog between the main character and the senior, let's use it as a concluding sentence

Chen Jin said: "Since we were born, we have been repeating the process of giving and receiving, and in this process, two kinds of people have been formed gradually. One kind of person harvests success through hard work, and in the long run, is more and more willing to work hard and more and more successful, so his world is optimistic; the other kind of person wants to be successful, but is lazy to pay, and can only harvest failure, and in the long run, is more and more unwilling to work hard and more and more failure, so his world is pessimistic. Learning looks simple and boring, but after all, occupies more than ten years of life, in the process of giving and receiving the formation of a positive and optimistic atmosphere of the character than the results themselves have a great impact on life."

"Hmm." I nodded my head, "When I was little, when I think about the future, I would be so confused and unsure of myself, I didn't know what I would become in the future, what my life would be like, and now, I'm still confused, but I'm not afraid of the future because I know that as long as I work hard, I can be in control of my own life, and I can become the person that I want to become. "

Chen Jin laughed: "You also said that at the beginning just for the sake of others in a good study, and later, unknowingly become for themselves, you enjoy to pay efforts and harvest success, the change of motivation has expressed the change of ideals, in fact, on or not on the Tsinghua and Peking Universities is not important at all, that is just a momentary glory, it is important to you what kind of life you want. "