A meteor trailing hot white light, like a little sprite in the night, pulled back the curtain for the upcoming feast of youth.
As a child, I often wondered why the night in the city was always so profound, so deep that the distant sky was left with only the pale moonlight. “That is to welcome the magnificent moments of your life.” “When will that be?” “Soon, very soon. But you must grasp it with your heart.”
As agreed, burning white lines succeeded one another, eager to leave their passion and stubbornness in this profound sky. In that instant, the silent sky seemed filled with that scorching white.
Accompanied by my childhood expectations of youth, I stepped into it. During this vibrant period, I once shed bitter tears but also bloomed with radiant smiles; I once felt hopeless about the future but have always strived hard for my dreams; I was once self-centered but also learned to dedicate myself to others. These memories will eventually leave eternal marks in the sky of my memory.
Gradually, the light faded into the profound horizon, but isn't the imprint of youth always present in that distant, boundless sky?
