Song of That Year

It made me cry. Youth may be like this. The throbbing in our hearts makes us feel sweet and bitter. We want to give up but are reluctant to let go, but we dare not say it clearly in person. We are afraid that we will no longer be friends in the end. But I feel a little lucky in my heart, what if he/she also likes me when I like him/her, so I have been relying on this attachment to persist, but as long as he/she has a little trouble, I will feel uneasy. When facing him/her, he/she will pretend that nothing is the same, but he/she will do something around him/her to attract his/her attention. As long as he/she is not seen for a while, he/she will look everywhere. On the huge campus, he/she can always be found at a glance. This is the silly secret love in youth...

The youth I love In fact, sometimes, when writing a novel or a story, you don't need a domineering president, a young master, a young lady, a school belle, or an aristocratic academy. You don't need any horrifying life experience. A simple and deeply rooted story does not need any complicated things to set it off. This is a story. Secret love may be something that most people have done. During that time, it was just bitter and precious. In the end, I became a person who will never return. Goodbye, my three years in high school. Goodbye, I love you.

This novel is very real and touching. A hint of youth, full of secret love, simple and beautiful. Although the ending is sad, the memory will last forever. Perhaps when they grow old, they will look back on these years with emotion and nostalgia, but they will never regret it. Because this is life, this is life.

I don't like He Lingqi. Love is so hard to find. Why should we give up so easily💔💔

I also have someone I like so much, and I am working hard for him, but I don't know what the final result will be, but I still don't want to give up.

Once some things are missed, there is no if, and some people have no chance to regret once they turn around, because this kind of youth may be the real youth.

The author's writing is very true. Just like Yang Mengxuan, I went to other schools for the person I liked and studied hard in order to be worthy of him and be with him! ! !

Feelings are the last thing that can be measured by reason. If you love, please love deeply; if you don't love, please let go and don't hurt.

I don't show off because I don't feel inferior. I don't bother because I don't lack love.

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