Youth is like a rushing river, flowing onward and never returning.
In childhood, innocent smiles adorned our faces as we ran across lush green lawns with windmills in hand, followed by our loving parents, with beads of sweat forming on our brows. Back then, there were no worries and no sorrows.
In our youth, we walked home with classmates, backpacks on our shoulders, humming the latest rock songs. We shared our sorrows with friends and celebrated our joys together, growing and maturing through the passing years.
In adulthood, we stepped out of university with dreams in our hearts, eager to conquer the world. Gradually, we acquired homes and cars, transforming from novice workers into seasoned professionals, and our lives expanded from couples to families. Happiness felt tranquil and abundant.
Now, a few silver hairs have appeared at our temples, and our health is not what it once was. Having retired from the workplace, we watch our children grow up, seeing glimpses of our younger selves in them, and feeling no regrets. As the sun sets, we find peace in the twilight.
Farewell to youth. Looking back at the past, I am filled with emotion. Time flies like a galloping horse; half a lifetime has passed in a blink, and I miss my youth most of all.