, I expressed my gratitude to the professor: After I was 19 years old, I always thought I was 19 years old... The more we miss the past, the more escape growth. We are immersed in our present life, immersed in our current roles and dare not extricate ourselves, our minds are filled with the beauty of the past, and our eyes are full of fear of the future. This is the confusion and sadness that grows up to us. But when I was 19 years old, we also gave other people's life light, and made other people's pace active.
Every character is us, we just don't know who we were then. Whether it is Tsby who is eager to grow up, Knight who is happy to live, Dean who lives in a book, or a professor who reminisces about his youth, all were or will be ourselves. And what we are looking for in the end is just the right age for us, and what we finally return is our own life, our own adult world.
Our youth is also destined to meet different selves. Either bright, or sad, or growing. When we grow old, we also encounter ourselves. Either we are powerless to endure old age, or we are longing for old age, or hesitating in the footsteps of old age.
I love Knight, I deserve to live in this time.
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