Nine,? Youth passes in the years of love, and the first year of youth disappears unconsciously. What is left to us is a thick and inseparable past. I can't help but sigh that time flies. There are always some things that remain the same, about youth, about love and about companionship.

Ten,? Something that can be taken away by others. It doesn't belong to you.

Eleven,? What you are looking for on purpose is often not found. Everything in the world comes and goes in his time.

Twelve,? People are used to recalling the past when they are sad, and then crying; People are used to thinking about the future when they are happy, and then their mouths rise.

Thirteen,? You must stand up again and tell yourself, keep walking, the journey is not over yet, even if what you have picked up again has been trampled to pieces.