When we are teenagers, we should all have a vague feeling for someone of the opposite sex. However, at that time, we didn't know that kind of feeling is called liking. Later, as we grow up, we also understand what liking and love are. Many years later, when we look back on our youth, do we still remember the appearance of that person?
What I want to write about is my youth. I liked a boy, and I still like him now. To me, he is like the cinnabar on my heart, which does not hurt but cannot be wiped off.
