Autumn on campus
In a person's life, a teenager is like a bud in bud, receiving and breathing fresh air and moisture, with a strong interest and curiosity about everything in nature, and full of vitality and vitality in the sun.
In my youth, it was also autumn. There is an emotion that has been buried deep in my memory. Although many years have passed, it is still vivid in my memory and has not disappeared from my memory.
At that time, when the second semester of junior high school started, a little girl came to our class, with tall and symmetrical genres; her big talking eyes shining and natural spirituality; her long black hair was tied together with a rubber band, with a bow tied; her round face often had a bright smile; she would reveal a pair of tiger teeth when she spoke; she wore a pair of dark red pants and tall black leather shoes to make a giggle.
The river flowing beside the campus
After coming to our class, she seemed to be favored by the teacher. She was often asked by the teacher. She was very straightforward every time she answered questions. It seemed that she had a good foundation. She listened very seriously in class and had a very good understanding when doing the questions, which aroused my great curiosity.
When she first walked into our class, she was attracted by her smile and temperament, as if a voice in her heart was calling me.
She was sitting in front of me, and every time she came out at the door, I would look at her; it became a habit for me, and I like to wait slowly for her to walk into the classroom in the morning.
I like to see her smile and listen to her laughter the most. Once I came late in the morning and the teacher punished me and asked me to stand in front of the classroom. I didn't care about the teacher's criticism, but instead just stared at her with my eyes, which made her lower her head and seemed very embarrassed.
Maybe it’s because she always looks at her. She gradually realized the subtle feeling in my eyes and looked at me often. When our eyes meet, each other will naturally lower their heads. I don’t know how long this lasted, but I gradually developed a hazy feeling for her when I was a child. I can’t tell whether it was a kind of love. This feeling was stimulating and burning in my heart. When I think of her, there would be a warm current surging all over my body, and every day of looking at each other became my expectation.
As time goes by, this intense emotion also burns violently, one day or another, I finally mustered up the courage to write her a letter of love. I expressed my love for her and my good feelings for her. I hid it in my pocket and wanted to find an opportunity to hand it over to her.
The past that cannot be retained is memory
Unfortunately, this letter has been treasured in my pocket, like a little rabbit in my arms, his heart and mouth are beating around. I mustered up the courage to give it to her several times, but I retreated several times, and finally I tore off the letter. But my feelings for her continued until graduation. It was not until I was admitted to the county high school that I gradually forgot my hazy, simple and simple feelings for her. Later, by chance, I learned from my classmates that she had dropped out of school due to illness, and later I didn’t know what she was doing?
I wonder if the feelings I had for her at that time were true love? Now that I think of this incident, I still feel happy. Her voice, appearance, smile and appearance seemed to be like a spring breeze, unable to suppress the joy in her heart.
It’s autumn again, and my thoughts are unnaturally wandering in my memories of that young man’s past.
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