I was isolated in the key class for two years and thought I would never have friends in this life.
Until the third year of junior high school, I was kicked out of the key class and stumbled into a whole new world. Here are the brothers who are clamoring to sing with me, and the girl whose eyes look like crescent moons when she smiles.
She is the only light in my dark youth. We walked hand in hand after evening study hall. On her birthday, I gave her the hand cream I had saved up for a long time to buy. She hugged me and said that she would spend every birthday with me in the future.
I thought I had captured happiness, but I didn't expect the reality to be so windy. Teachers, parents, and poor family backgrounds washed us away like the tide.
When she cried and said, "I really don't like you anymore," I realized that no matter how warm the winter in the third grade of junior high school is, it can't keep the spring wind.
Concept: Love and regret in youth are also part of growth