Before the age of eighteen, all my wish in life was to meet the boy in the next class one day, then bravely raised my head, bravely smiled and said to him, hello.
In fact, I didn't look at the boy carefully, because I didn't dare, the reason why a secret love is a secret love mostly stems from low self-esteem. I'm the same, I'm not beautiful, I'm not smart, and I don't have any talent that I can take out.
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At that time, we were the same Chinese teacher. In the Chinese class on Wednesday afternoon, the first two sessions of the first two sessions were excellent composition reviews, and then our class.
Maybe that's why I like Wednesdays so far. That's all I've been looking forward to all week.
I knew that my article would definitely be used as a model essay to be reviewed in their class, so I was looking forward to the second lesson, leaving the classroom, pretending to watch the game on the basketball court downstairs, and the guy next door would come out the same way, Then he smiled and said to me: hi, I heard your article again in today's class, it's really good.
A happy heart is full of flowers that can melt at any time.
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I am always very active on duty every morning, whether it's our team or not . But I'm only responsible for the hygiene of the stairs, as I've been expecting. There are all kinds of messy footsteps around, but I can distinguish what belongs to him from all the mess. Then I practice smiling in my heart, looking forward to when he says, "hi, early", I can have the perfect smile.
I am good at mathematics, I am good at physics, and I write beautifully, so that I can naturally help our common teachers to change their homework, and I can see his words, Just like his smile, people are full of happiness.
I write a lot of letters every day that will never be sent. I write on it "Tomorrow is going to change, you need to wear more clothes", I write on it "I don't know if there are any quality classes on the weekend, I want to sit behind your seat".
I look forward to a high-quality class every Saturday, we can sit in the same classroom and I can sit behind him, just a back. It is only this back that I have the courage to raise my head, look at it carefully, and carefully engrave it in my heart.
Like the heroine, I try to do everything I can. I try to be humorous and friendly, I try to meet a lot of friends, I hope that one day he doesn't want to mention me, and his friends will say "Oh, that girl is very nice".
Later, when he transferred schools, in the darkest days of the college entrance examination, he was the only belief, and it was only because of this belief that he studied hard and studied hard to get into the university.
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Five years without seeing him again. There wasn't even any news of him, but I always believed that I could meet him again.
I have long hair. Go to the gym to lose weight. Practice graceful posture.
I just want to see him one day, raise my head bravely, smile and say "hello" to him.
One day, the dream will come true. It's a pity that at the end of the song, everyone dispersed, and there were people standing on the stage, unable to see the end.
However, at least once loved, once worked so hard.
I love my love.
I love you who smiled at me that winter.
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He is always like a huge sun, and I am the tireless sun flower. Even if I just follow his traces, I feel joy and peace. Love to a certain extent, you can not forget, do not give up. A person, for a lifetime, forever.
Although we have completely lost contact with each other.
Sometimes love can be a personal thing.
I always remember his last words I said: You are the cutest, bravest, best girl I have ever met.
I used to remember you.
In those moments of weed beings.
In a photo album that I would like to commemorate.
in those unbearable years.
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