Those memories, I was in a good mood at that time. I don't want to forget the little Y at that time. He liked to be a nymphomaniac. He liked to sleep. He didn't like to do homework. He hated to endorse books and looked forward to the holidays. During the holidays, he felt bored and hid in the bed to secretly read novels. He secretly glanced at the handsome boy in the physical exercise class. The upward curve of his mouth was full of youthfulness. Maybe these habits have not changed much, but no one can deny that. Who can always stay in the same place? Those simplest happiness can no longer be possessed. I can only miss him in words, remember him then, her then myself.