Youth is like a rushing river, flowing onward and never returning.
In our childhood, innocent and bright smiles often adorned our faces. We held pinwheels, running joyfully across lush green lawns, with our parents close behind. Before we knew it, beads of sweat appeared on our foreheads. At that time, we were free of worries, unaware of what sorrow meant.
During our adolescence, we carried schoolbags, walking home together with friends, occasionally humming the latest rock songs. When we had worries, friends shared the burden; when we had joy, friends shared the happiness. We gradually matured and grew up quietly.
As adults, we stepped out of university full of dreams, eager to carve out our own blue sky. From having nothing to owning a car and a house, we transformed from inexperienced newcomers into workplace experts. Our families grew from couples to households of three. Happiness radiated in our eyes, and tranquility flowed in our hearts.
Now, silver threads have appeared in our temples, and our health is not as robust as it once was. Having retired from the workplace, we look at our grown children and see hints of our own youthful appearance in their features. Looking back, there is no regret in our hearts. The sunset approaches, and the day's light begins to fade.
Goodbye, youth. Looking back on the past, I am filled with emotion. Time flies like a white horse passing a gap; in a blink, more than half of life has passed. Only that era of youth remains deeply cherished in my memory.