A meteor trailing blazing white light seemed like a little spirit in the night, heralding the upcoming feast of youth.
As a child, I often wondered why the city's nights were so deep, so profound that only pale moonlight remained in the distant sky. "It is to welcome the magnificent moments in your life," I was told. I asked, "When will that be?" "Soon, soon, but you must grasp it with your heart."
Like a promise, streaks of burning white dashed forward one after another, striving to leave their fervor and persistence in the vast sky. In that instant, even the silent heavens seemed filled with the blazing white light.
Accompanied by my childhood longing for youth, I stepped into adolescence. During this vibrant period, I shed bitter tears and also shared radiant smiles; at times I felt hopeless about the future, yet I continued striving for my dreams; I once pursued personal pride, yet also learned to dedicate myself to others. These memories will leave eternal marks in the sky of my recollections.
Gradually, the light faded into the deep horizon, yet the traces of youth are always there in the distant sky, aren't they?