In the third year of junior high, I saw the English class representative playing the "1989" global tour. When she sang "Welcome to New York", I thought, "This girl looks good and sings well."
I watched from the audience, and then I started to listen to her songs, and slowly I started to like her until now. When I first started, I was madly "fascinated" with her, and every song was played on loop until I could catch it without reading the lyrics. When she heard others talking about her, she would interject a sentence.
When I got to high school, I found that I wasn't as crazy as I used to be. I feel like I might not like her anymore. However, one day, when I came home from school, as an art student, I had to take extra classes. My parents didn’t understand and my studies were not going well, and I was exhausted both physically and mentally. When I got on the bus, I found a seat by the window, clicked on her playlist, "new romantic", "long live", "clean",,,, one after another passed. It was a very cold winter, but I don’t know why, the broken heart is healed little by little, you can really feel the feeling of the spring rattan slowly climbing the branches, no exaggeration. Said; at that time, I felt that I bowed my head and cried, and the collapse and healing were like two equal weights, placed on both ends of the scale; finally, in her singing, I found a trace of light, like a butterfly emerging from its shell The same light.
After that, I knew: I didn't dislike her, it was just that my love for her was no longer superficial, no longer rashly mentioned, but placed in a more important position, realizing that what she brought me was not hot and The love without hesitation, but the rational and objective pursuit. Like a soul with a resonance point, we accompany each other equally, and she inspires me everywhere.
In the third year of high school, the pressure of homework and exams came from all directions, breaking down my carefully designed dam like a flood. However, I have never given up and discouraged; if my grades were not good, I practiced ten times, twenty times; I couldn’t remember, I read ten times, twenty times,,,
She is too good, too dazzling; I can only keep running, worthy of my pride when I tell everyone that she is my idol! Thank you very much for your company for the past five years. The reason why I work hard to grow is to tell you in person one day that I am also very good and worthy of everything you have brought us!
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