It's funny, I watched these two dramas at that time, and I was very angry that the director didn't let my favorite heroine follow the man in the drama I liked, so I was so angry that I wrote an ending and asked my heroine to marry him. To my male protagonist, live happily ever after. However, I was miserable, because the book with this ending was placed in the schoolbag, and was peeked by the boys in our class at noon. Later, after I found out, I angrily tore up the book in front of the little boy, and made snowflakes flying all over the sky.
I miss it so much! Did you have a crush on a boy or girl in high school? That feeling, I think you must have had it! The boy I had a crush on must have already been a husband and a father. In ancient times, it should be described as green leaves and shady branches. Now I suddenly think that he will feel very, very beautiful, because of the beautiful youth.
There was a time when I mobilized my ears and listened to him like a bud in the beginning - no need to look, because once I saw him, I didn't dare to look at him. Nodding to listen to his approach, getting closer and closer - finally, passing by. My heart also experienced great ups and downs from peak to trough. Every morning when I wake up, I look forward to seeing him, but every time he appears so suddenly, it gives me a sense of oppression, so I look forward to not seeing him, just thinking about it is enough.
Boys often stay after school to play football. Sometimes we girls would hide in the aisle of the old laboratory building on the side of the playground to peek at the boys. At that time, the world was the most vivid painting in my eyes, nailed in a frame called the window, and he was the most irresistible color in it.
During the years I was studying, I often avoided him like a conditioned reflex, but I would not avoid his bicycle, his schoolbag, or his voice. I was cautiously at the edge of his radius a few meters, I could just feel some, but it wouldn't make him notice. At this time, retreating is also advancing, and if you don’t see it, you will see it—in your heart.
At that time, I liked Yesenia, but I didn't appreciate Carmen of Merimee so much; I longed for the wandering of Robert Kincaid, but absolutely did not have the courage to choose this kind of life-a limited approach to the depths of my heart as a beautiful thing, just for the sake of it. Save that feeling for longer.
But when those clueless and tormenting thoughts spread like wild weeds, I'll scribble a few lines on a small piece of paper and just shove them anywhere; it's like a gleaming sickle." With a click, all the creeping weeds are eradicated by the roots. After a period of time, when I was sorting things out, I would read them carefully page by page, they were more faithful to me than photos of growing up.
And the encounter at that age was a kind of kindness; it made it impossible for me to run in front of him and tell everything, but it was enough to leave me a little memory without harm.
And a secret, in my high school diary, I still have a newspaper clipped picture of a stranger.
why?
Just because that stranger was very, very much like him!
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