The road of life is winding and tortuous, and sometimes we unconsciously have already reached the fork. When looking back at the past, we are startled to realize that the road we once walked has gradually blurred and become a distant place that can no longer be reached.
The road that cannot be returned to carries our youthful years, those ignorances and innocences, those passions and dreams, all of which have settled deep in our memories as time passes. It is a faint pain in our hearts and also a witness to our growth.
On this road that cannot be returned to, there have been laughter, tears, the warmth of walking hand in hand, and the loneliness of walking alone. It is like a yellowed painting scroll, although it is old, it still exudes a unique charm.
We may sigh and feel regret, but we should also understand that it is precisely those roads that cannot be returned to that have shaped us today. Let us hold the preciousness of the past and firmly move towards the future to explore more unknown wonders.