In fact, when most of us were 18 years old, we did not have such a vigorous love affair, which was unforgettable and committed to each other.
We have never done such crazy things. We ran away from home and went to the beach to watch the sunrise with our friends, sang sad love songs at KTV all night, and lit love candles to confess our love to the people we liked downstairs in the dormitory.
We were in our senior year of high school that year.
Those extremely boring exercises and exams one after another constitute our real youth.
But none of us will admit this fact.
As if admitting this fact makes us pathetic losers.
Youth is nothing special.
Anyone can get it right, but no one can get it right.
Hey, are you thinking about it now?
You who are not smart enough, beautiful enough, or good enough.
On April 30th of your senior year in high school, you secretly glanced out the window as the seniors who returned to your alma mater to see their teachers passed by with laughter. You thought about them becoming glamorous in a month.
And now I am here looking at you, wanting to hug you, wanting to hold you in my arms as you cry, and say to you: "Thank you."
1. This article is just to commemorate that period, please don't click if you don't like it.
2. The story is bland
3. No brick-making allowed, author BLX