Change around ten years. Time goes by and time goes by. When I was eighteen years old, there were many brothers fighting, which was face, daring to cause trouble. Now fighting, quiet, afraid of friends around jokes. Once upon a time, I drank a lot of wine every day, sang songs, overnight KTV, that call would play. Now low-key life, about three or five known friends drink tea and accompany their family more, that is called dependable pedigree. No matter how hard you mix up, how rich, and do things that match your age, this is called responsibility. It is also called maturity. Ten years ago, a temper, cattle can not pull back, ten years later, angry, it is not necessary in a twinkling of an eye. Time has gradually worn away the frivolity of youth, but also gradually precipitated the cold and warm self-knowledge. Ten years ago, even sentimentality had to be blown to the earth. Ten years later, the more painful, the more silent; the more bitter, the more silent. Ten years ago, we understood in a foolish way. Ten years later, we pretended to be confused with understanding. Growing up means turning everything you have into a quiet mind and adjusting all your emotions to a silent mode. - - To those of us who have lost our youth