N years ago today, I clearly remember that my best childhood friend L and I once passionately discussed some national affairs. L has read a lot of books, traveled countless cities, been consecrated in the Jokhang Temple in Tibet, drank Pu'er tea in Chengdu, and listened to the sea waves all night at the End of the Earth and the Edge of the Sea in Hainan. Our interactions have always been as bland as boiled water, which means there is no conflict of economic interest between us. Even when we occasionally eat together, she doesn't keep me, and I haven't deliberately invited her.
Thinking about the ignorance of youth is truly beautiful. We could recite poems lying on bamboo mats in the corridors of the dormitory. She recited Zhu Shuzhen's "Heartbroken Poems" at such a young age. I was carefree and fearless, Yue Fei's "Thirty years of glory are like dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road are cloud and moon. Don't idle away your youthful head, or you will grieve in vain." was my ambition; Li Qingzhao's "To be a hero in life, to be a mighty spirit after death. Until now, I think of Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River." was my ideal. I chose to read "How the Steel Was Tempered". For the famous quote "A person's life should be spent this way: When looking back on past events, he does not regret wasting his youth, nor does he feel ashamed of doing nothing; On his deathbed, he can say: My entire energy has already been devoted to the grandest cause in the world - the struggle for human liberation." I can still recite it fluently backwards until now. Now thinking about the time when I didn't know anything, I was full of passion instead, which is really funny.