When we met again, we were no longer teenagers.

Actually, I'm not the kind of person who deliberately misses it. I always only touch the scene and miss the talent. So when we meet again, I can't help asking, "Remember?" Ask you, ask yourself, ask the years.

Ten years ago, you were mysterious, silent, unruly and arrogant. You are very strict with the dean who takes pleasure in satirizing us. I think many students may have a kind of "revenge" like me ... as a result, you were fired. You didn't apologize or write anything. My mother tried to help you calm down, but you refused and resolutely left the campus and hometown.

You start dreaming, and you start chasing dreams. Although I'm not sure if this is a dream, just like my dream in college, I'm ignorant of reality and misjudged myself. Of course, I don't belittle dreams and people with dreams, but dreams … need to stand the test of time and hardships.

I heard that you wanted to learn photography. You said you liked it. I know you like it, but you can only like it ... It pains me to think of it again.

Your feelings for your mother are probably limited to those ten months in her amniotic fluid and her memory-free infancy. When she left, you were not sensible. My father used to be a prodigal son and never came back all the year round. Therefore, you are accompanied by grandparents who live apart from each other. Although love can't make up for the vacancy, you also have an "ungrateful" sister (to be discussed later).

The village has reached the age of junior high school, and you always have to receive more education, so your father's sister, your aunt and my mother naturally undertook this task. When you live in junior high school and study in senior high school, you began to eat and live in my house. We live together, have classes together, sit at the same table and guard the last row of the class together-a sacred and free and easy position.

You don't talk much, but it's interesting when you say it, so I really want to be with you, although many times I have nothing to say, forcibly "teasing" my brother, and sometimes I can make you laugh. That was the best part of my life. In fact, I ... I really hope that we can be closer, perhaps because of my instinctive sense of mission as a sister, although I am just expressing it. What about you? I understand that although I am often cold, I am different from other classmates and friends in your heart, which is enough. I'm afraid you will feel helpless.

The dull and gentle time stopped in that political class and ended in the hands of the dean. Of course, I'm not excusing your impulsiveness, but I can't blame you, let alone regret it. Maybe this is the way you are destined to go, because we are young and stubborn and often ruin ourselves.

You left the campus proudly and longingly, leaving your hometown, chasing your dream, your photography dream ... I think we are not short of artists' emotional appeal, but without their enthusiasm and success, we are ordinary. Even if I encourage you and show my support, you still insist on it yourself. However, some people's dreams will wake up sooner or later, and I know something about your waking process intermittently. Just like all people who return to reality from their ideals, they are silent and heavy, natural and helpless. ...

Today's reunion, let's talk about reunion for the time being. Although we met several times in the middle of ten years, only this time, I clearly saw the dazzling boundaries, the boundaries between teenagers and adults, and I felt the power of time and reality.

In the world of adults, entrepreneurship is the first stop, and it is understandable for everyone to wake up from their dreams. But the second stop-marriage, in fact, many people can choose. If you don't get married, your dreams won't break. I know it's too negative to think so, but I don't see any expectation from you. You have no choice. You recognize and admit your weaknesses and stop struggling.

Four years ago, my grandparents died one after another. Although my father's prodigal son has gone back to the right path, my mother has provoked the burden of your future. She doesn't believe in dreams and freedom. She has always regarded starting a family for you as her first priority for the rest of her life. After many bombings, you probably knew there was no way out. One is sensible, and the other is recognition. When I say the word "admit", I feel sad and funny.

You've finally lost all your boyish colors, but I still hope your dreams won't be broken.

My understanding of life is poor, so my regrets and sighs are just wishful thinking. Even if I think you can be wonderful, I won't say anything to you ... adults can only be wonderful by themselves.

We all have the same face, but we have changed so much that we are not the same teenagers.

Those teenagers, I keep them in my heart and can't bear to forget them, even if they are suspected of pushing us into the fire pit, haha. At the same time, I am not afraid of reality. I know the reality I don't want to face, the reality I am facing and the reality I will face will be ruthless, but I won't be afraid.

I will try my best to protect those teenagers.