On the campus path where maple leaves were falling, Lin Yue was walking hurriedly with a stack of books in his arms. Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the benches on the roadside, but they suddenly froze.
A boy sat there quietly, his white shirt fluttering gently in the breeze, and the sun shone on him through the gaps in the maple leaves, outlining a golden outline. He lowered his head slightly, his hair a little messy on his forehead, and he held an English book casually in his hand, like a young man walking out of a painting.
Lin Yue's heart suddenly felt as if he had been lightly hit by something, and a kind of throbbing that he had never felt before came to his heart. She stood there blankly, forgetting what she was going to do. At this time, the boy seemed to have noticed her gaze, and slowly raised his head, looking at her with a pair of deep and bright eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. There seemed to be endless tenderness and mystery hidden in that smile.
At the moment when the maple leaves were flying, their eyes met, as if the whole world had quieted down, and time seemed to have stopped for them. A story about love and growth, longing and waiting, quietly opened on this autumn campus.
It looks good, but there are a few typos.