时间从不停歇，青春终将飘向看不见的远方。

原文英文

In the heat of youth, we often believe we have understood life and seen through the world, but perhaps those are merely the illusions of a naive heart. To elders who have weathered the storms of life, we are like lotus flowers just beginning to show their tips; our true brilliance has yet to bloom, and our understanding of life might only grasp the surface meaning. I suspect one can only truly comprehend this when they approach the end of their journey.

As we grow, we find ourselves noticing the silhouette of our fathers and the warmth of our mothers' hands. We strive to escape their watchful eyes, yet we run back crying whenever we are hurt. We desire independence, yet we long for care and warmth when we need it most. This creates a tangle of conflicting emotions in our hearts. Sometimes, we feel our friends are not close enough to share our deepest thoughts, and at times, we even find ourselves withdrawing from social interaction, lost in our own incomprehensible thoughts.

We are like travelers on a lonely bridge searching for tomorrow, yet we cannot help but look back to revisit our past. Now I understand that when the winter snow melts, spring arrives; when peach blossoms wither, summer follows; when lotus seeds mature, autumn comes, and when the wheat turns golden, a new cycle of seasons begins. Sometimes, waiting is born from the reluctance to let go of what we have already invested, but my daily anticipation is a patient wait for the day the fruit ripens and I finally grow up.

Time never stops, and youth will eventually drift away into the unseen distance. Although I cannot make time stand still, I will cherish and collect every story I have lived and every memory I have made.