Youth this shit, Reivew on The Kings of Summer

I used to do stupid things when I was very young, and then when I was a little older, I thought oh my, I was so stupid and ridiculous at the time, how could it be like that, why should I cry for that person, it was so naive at that time. Then, unknowingly, he did stupid things that were laughed at by his future self. When one day I feel that I am less and less able to do stupid things, my eyes won't shed tears, my feet can't run, I'm cautious about my family business, I'm careful about money, rice, oil, and salt, and I run before and after my child's education, maybe I've been laughed at as a piece of shit thing, but can no longer pull it out.
Chaos may be a compliment in youth, or there is no derogatory term in youth. Running happily, confessing like a fool, fighting with a good friend and wishing to kill each other, growing a moustache and pretending to be indifferent, I think it is a lot of youthful public experience. I don't think this is just a memory of being alone, I don't think everything I do now is more meaningful than these, although many things in my youth are like shit, but after many years, they still smell so alive.
Every ray of sunshine will be warm, every breath of air is free, every laughter is meaningful, and every tear is painful. Youth is not fragrant, but the stinky smell of memories is extraordinarily sweet. The pain, love, hate and madness of youth are the most real existences, and this shit of youth is full of meaning.

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