Today when I was sorting things out at home, I found a locked notebook. I didn't even remember what was in it. Curious, I forced it open and took a look. It turned out to be a diary I remembered from junior high school. The childish language explained a beautiful period of youth.
I think everyone will have a beautiful love in their life, which is pure and beautiful, without any impurities, to like someone; there will be such a beautiful secret love, which is unforgettable, and you secretly like someone; there will also be several friendships, happy enemies, some are true and some are false. But all of this enriches your youth.
I removed the time from this diary and compiled it into a short story to commemorate my lost youth. The story may be monotonous and ordinary, but the age of 14 or 5 is like the fruit in June or July. It is green and astringent even if you can't help but take a bite.
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