When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I heard the male teacher say "our family's Amin", and I felt inexplicable jealousy and resentment in my heart; in the first year of junior high
school, I passed a girl with a bulging face and a smile on the stairs of the teaching building;
At 2 o'clock, I stole a female classmate's diary and let her run after the classroom full of laughter;
when I graduated from junior high school, on the sunny summer playground, a girl said goodbye to me, her white long skirt was in the hot wind fluttering in the middle;
the "four" silently written in the diary in the first and second year of high school;
he hesitated in a letter before graduating from the third year of high school;
standing in front of a classroom on the fourth floor looking at the playground, but his heart was behind;
a girl "Happy" written on the cross stitch tag given to me;
in the classroom where three or two candles were lit, I stretched out my hand to the girl; the candle light flickered on and off, we were sitting there, and she suddenly said: "Nothing It feels like it."
In the corner of the campus, I carried a small world on my back and stepped on the concrete steps piled with the remnants of snow from the winter sunset
;
- I don't remember my first love, my first love was a mess.
I don't know when it started, I just remember clearly when it ended.
This first love is too simple, too dark, too thin, too boring, too fragile, too short-lived;
no swimming team guitar club, no Scorpio type O blood, no Kimura Takuya and rock band, no sea No fireworks; no gay gimmicks and daring provocations.
I ride a bicycle and go back and forth 30 kilometers a week; I don't play basketball, I prefer to run around a "preserved egg" like crazy; I don't write love letters, but I also write small notes; I am crazy in class Graffiti was smashed by a female classmate at the table; a pair of black-framed myopia glasses we wore together is still in my drawer; under the high stack of books we hold hands and listen to the class, you can only use your left hand to take notes;
Then it all came to an end, and I only remember hearing the story of a "Yellow Rose".
The blue door, I never thought about it;
I can't say that my first love was yellow.
After listening to the unforgettable and unforgettable memories of others, I can only say at the end:
I am a good child and have no first love.
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