A meteor trailing a hot white light, like a sprite in the night, pulled back the curtain on the upcoming feast of youth.
When I was young, I often wondered: Why is the night in the city always so profound, so deep that only the pale moonlight remains in the boundless sky? "That is to welcome the magnificent moments in your life." "When is that?" "It is coming soon, soon. But you must grasp it with your heart."
As promised, lines of burning white rushed one after another, eager to leave their fervor and stubbornness in this profound sky. For an instant, it seemed as if the silent sky was filled with that scorching white.
With the childhood anticipation of youth, I stepped into it. During this vibrant period, I have shed bitter tears but also bloomed with brilliant smiles; I have felt that the future held no hope but have always strived hard for my dreams; I have been self-centered but have also learned to dedicate myself to others. These memories will eventually leave an eternal mark in the sky of my memory.
Gradually, the light faded into the profound horizon, but isn't the mark of youth always shining in that boundless sky?