The breeze caressed my face, bringing a moist coolness, and the fragrance of flowers and plants filled my nose.
I saw the April sky again, just as I remembered. The sky is clear and blue.
That year, I was in high school. On the first day of April, I came to the classroom as usual.
I habitually smiled at the boy sitting in the third seat in the first row.
In my impression, he always lowered his head on the table, and his hands were at ease on the keyboard of his mobile phone.
He had a "guerrilla love war" with his group of girlfriends.
But that day, he raised his head unusually and looked at me.
There was a faint smile in his eyes, creating charming ripples on his beautiful face.
Short lyrical essay.
This is a slightly sad but true story.
In our youth, neither of us ever cried or laughed for each other.
The heroine may be a little sick, but her love is so serious and persistent.
I just haven't met the right person yet