A brush against each other when handing over homework in the corridor, and the faint scent of laundry detergent made Chinese class representative Xiang Wanzhi remember Mathematics class representative Meng Yanxiao.
For three whole years in the classrooms and corridors of high school, the two were quarrelsome and happy enemies, quarreling with each other, but secretly hiding a heartbeat that no one knew about. Test papers, recess, and the sunset corridor are filled with the young man's thoughts, and love is hidden in every awkward accommodation.
The college entrance examination is over, and the feelings that have been accumulated for three years are finally expressed. After a short hug in college, I realized that the passionate love of a teenager may not be worth a long-term companionship. There was no quarrel or resentment, just a difference of pace, and a tender farewell at the end.
The love is still there, but it can only stop in youth. Those hot high school years have become the eternal white moonlight in my heart.
Intention: The wind starts with the fragrance of cinnamon in September, and the heart beats with the passage of time. The passionate young love is true and flawless, but it is easy to fall in love but difficult to stay together. Regret is the normal state of youth, and a brief encounter with full joy is also a unique souvenir of youth.