388 浏览The Memories of My Youth: A Road Without Return
In the depths of my mind, memories of my youth linger on, like a distant melody that once filled my heart with joy and sorrow. They are like photographs that capture moments in time, frozen in their forever youthful beauty, but as I look back, I realize that they are but illusions, a reflection of my own mind's creation.
The world was different then, simpler and more innocent, but also more harsh. The smells of fresh-cut grass and the taste of ice-cold铺满了我整个童年。I remember the first time I felt truly alive, when I spread my arms and flew in the air, the wind whipping through my hair and the sun shining down on me, a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
But as time passed, those memories began to fade, like the sun setting on a dream. I tried to hold onto them, to relive those moments, but they became more and more hazy. The reality of life became moreprevalent, and the memories of my youth became nothing more than distant echoes of a past that never existed.
In the end, I was left with only the loneliness that comes with aging, a constant reminder of the road I never returned to.
