Sitting in the college water class, I suddenly wanted to pick up flowers in the morning and evening. I tried my best to recall everything that happened when I was fourteen, just to make the memory deeper and deeper.
I read in the book:
"Tell me, how heavy are memories?"
"How many people expect to be able to recall with ease?"
"You said, it was just that moment in the beginning, but it takes a lifetime to recall it."
So I decided to write down the remaining memories.
Because first love is like a white rose, it is named "roses picked up in the morning and evening"
Intent: It's just a record. If anyone reads it, just read it as a girl's diary.