------- After chatting, I wanted to find out this article I wrote a few years ago. It's so innocent. I
like a boy and collect everything about him.
He cuts his hair once a month, and his hair is still hard. He is very tall, his eyebrows are thick, his eyes are deep, he laughs badly, and he walks badly. He's stubborn when he stares at you, and tender when he hugs the dog. He likes to stick his tongue out and sniff his nose, and he tilts his head to the left when taking pictures.
He is in class 975, Scorpio, blood type 0, swimming team, guitar club. Every day in class, he suffers, and after class, he waits for him to pass by the window without blinking. He's a cool dunk, and his shoes are big, maybe ten and a half. After the game he would drink soda at the welfare club and sit down at a table behind him. When he's gone, take his seat and take home the soda bottle he's been drinking.
Watching him play football, the hot sun is standing far away. Seeing that he was injured, a bunch of girls hula around and walk away silently. The sun was so dizzy that he was almost dizzy, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, so he couldn't walk up and tell him his name.
My name is Yuezhen, and I want to meet you. My name is Yuezhen, and I want to be your friend. My name is Yuezhen. . . . . . The wastebasket is full of pink stationery with only a line or two written on it.
Still follow him silently, lying on the back wall of the swimming pool at night, just to hear the sound of him swimming inside. The water splashes monotonously, but it is the most beautiful chord I have ever heard.
Pick up the ballpoint pen he lost and write his name in his stolen weekly notebook every night. Zhang Shihao, Zhang Shihao, Zhang Shihao. . . . . . It is said that if he finishes writing all the oil in this pen, he will fall in love with himself.
Take a photo of him secretly and make your own desktop. He skipped class secretly and went to the carport to clean his car. When he was riding his bike, his floral shirt was bulging for a ride, and he even had a good-looking back.
I can't sleep in the middle of the night, so I get up and jump rope in the backyard. If I jump 100 times in a row, I'll tell him. If I jump 200 in a row, he will promise me. If he jumps 300 times in a row, he will be my future husband. if. . . . . . Sitting on the ground panting, 301. Then, go to sleep peacefully and forget about it the next day.
17 years old, quiet is pure white white paper, transparent is dewdrops between leaves.
At the age of 17, Kerou said to Zhang Shihao, if your 17-year-old is just thinking about going to college, and you are still a virgin, what a happy thing it would be.
At the age of 17, Yuezhen turned around in front of her house and asked Zhang Shihao: Can we date? Zhang Shihao pouted angrily and said, no.
The 17-year-old Blue Door is a film by Meng Kerou and Zhang Shihao, while the 17-year-old is a one-man show for Yuezhen herself.
At the age of 17, I have done so many stupid things for one person, and I will definitely laugh in a few years.
However, at the age of 17, is it really a happy thing to just think about being sent to college? Are you really smart if you haven't done any of those stupid things?
We may have encountered many hot summers, but the white gardenia only blooms in that season.
To miss is to miss.
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