My family once told me that my 19th birthday held special significance.

—Because today, my Gregorian and lunar birthdays would fall on the same day.

Well, that’s the simple reason. This day didn’t feel particularly special; the important thing is I stayed up late again…

This morning, I had Northern-style lamb soup; followed Grandpa to climb the surrounding mountains, taking a rarely-trodden wild path; ate Grandma’s big steamed buns and a freshly made cake from outside, happy all evening; attended a training session that was completely outside my knowledge base, feeling bewildered, I decided to take it easy and learn. But it seems, that was all for the day?

To be honest, I once thought of holding a party: imagining staying in Hangzhou, in the big house at home, cooking some dishes myself, and inviting many classmates and friends, even spreading the gospel through it! Then, these ideas were overthrown one by one. In the end, I don’t know if I wanted to escape, but after canceling my flight for the 2nd, I still chose the same day, even though the price for the 4th was actually 10 yuan cheaper.

When did it start? I no longer believed I could really do things well, nor did I optimistically view the small things in life. It must be that I had too high an opinion of myself. After 19, the things I have to face are no longer as easy as before.

So be it. Bid farewell to my 18-year-old self, and bury “him” with time.

By the way, I don’t seem to have many apps on my phone that wish me a happy birthday. Hmm… WeChat is one.