In 1990, 1991, and 1992, when we were children, we used to cry and make noises and not want to go to school. We used to report to teachers for trivial things. We used to be able to secretly like someone for a long time. At that time, there were no eternal vows. The three words "I love you" were still difficult to say. Saying "I like you" can make your face turn red. At that time, we didn't know what makeup was. We believed that TV series happened in another time and space, and were real stories. At that time, we were simple and happy. We would quarrel with adults for things we thought were just. Occasionally we would call them worldly, thinking that we would never become like them when we grow up. As we grow older, we will fight for our love, believe in love and believe in miracles. We began to fall in love secretly on the middle school campus. At that age when love first emerged, we began to hold each other's hands. Occasionally, we were caught by the teacher to teach us, but we never gave up on our so-called love. We euphemistically called it "fighting for love." In fact, it is the ignorance of youth and the purest feeling in my heart. Then, as we grew older, our classmates in middle school began to go their separate ways, working part-time, going to college, and even getting married. So we lamented that so-and-so and so-and-so fought with their teachers and parents for love, but they never got together. Finally, we began to truly face love, but it was not faced more because of feelings. It was slowly mixed with money and power. Facing reality, we no longer had the courage and persistence of childhood, and we began to choose to bow our heads...