Seventeen Years Old, Xue Weiyang

In the winter when he was thirty-three years old, Huang Hua touched a yellowed off-white scarf deep in the closet. The "H" embroidered on the inside is still there, and the stitching is crooked, as if the person who knitted it back then didn't know how to knit. It was a snowy night in 2007. Seventeen-year-old Wang Yang walked across most of the county and waited for him under the streetlight for three hours, just to put it on for him with his own hands. But seventeen-year-old Huang Hua only dared to say "thank you". The story begins in the autumn of 2005. Fifteen-year-old Wang Yang was sitting at the back of the classroom. Huang Hua used the excuse of picking up a pen to peek at her canvas shoes. He saved up his five-yuan pocket money every week to buy soda crackers and put them on her desk; in the morning when she had a stomachache, she received warm milk from him quietly. Those loves hidden in the peripheral vision, those unspeakable feelings, like a silent snow, fell all over the third grade of junior high school. Later, when they were admitted to No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School, they were separated by most of the county, and they also drifted apart. She stayed up late knitting scarves in the dormitory, and her fingers were pricked by needles over and over again; he hid the scarf at the bottom of the cabinet and took it out to iron every year, but never dared to send a message. On a snowy night when I was seventeen, it was an appointment I didn't keep. The reunion at the age of thirty-three is the echo of seventeen years of heartbeat. From a county factory to a prestigious school in Beijing, from a teenager with low self-esteem to a calm middle-aged man, from hindsight to finally bravery - this is a story about "missing and waiting", and a gentle and long journey that spans seventeen years. Purpose: Through the emotional story of Huang Hua and Wang Yang spanning seventeen years, this article explores the regrets and growth of youthful secret love that "dare not speak out". The core of the idea is: true love is not possession, but silent protection and blessing; the meaning of growth is to transcend inferiority and cowardice, and finally embrace the person you love bravely. The work attempts to convey that love in childhood is often trapped in "dare not" - dare not speak out, dare not respond, dare not admit that oneself is worthy of being loved. The gift given by time is that we can still keep the original tenderness in our hearts after experiencing class differences and being tempered by reality. The words that were left unfinished at the age of seventeen can finally be spoken at the age of thirty-three; the appointments that have not been kept at the age of seventeen can finally be walked side by side at the age of thirty-three. This is not a simple story of "reunion", but a hymn about "protection" - he kept the scarf she gave him for seventeen years, and she cared about his tenderness for fifteen years. In the end, time did not let down the affection. The work is intended to tell readers: If you have a person in your heart, don't let inferiority hold you back, and don't let silence turn into regret. Be brave, maybe the person hiding in your peripheral vision has been waiting for you. At the same time, the work also presents thoughts on a realistic level: the oil pollution of the county factory and the scholarly atmosphere of the ivory tower of the prestigious school, inferiority and perseverance under the class gap, and the drifting apart after different growth trajectories... These real issues make the story more than just a romance, but also a reflection and reflection on the growth plight of contemporary youth.