"What exactly is liking, and why do you like it? Because he helped pick up a dropped book? Because of a bright and brief look at each other? Because he occasionally smiled and stared at you while chatting? Or, because he only wore white socks?"
In the days when I was young, the school bell rang, endless copies of blackboard writing, the chattering teacher, and the sunshine made the shadow of the boy in the white shirt grow longer.
"The man I love is an unparalleled hero, and one day he will come to marry me on the colorful clouds!" At that time, I had secretly buried the "ideal" of this life in my heart. However, we only guessed the beginning, but not the ending...
When you go out to buy popcorn, a wonderful story happens to appear on the screen;
I put a flower in my ear to see you, but you turned around and left at that moment.
Do you think about it today? Far away.
The moon is toothless.
Heartless.
When I was very young, I had already hidden love in my heart. I thought you would always know...
Your favorite movie is "Westward Journey":
Bodhi: You called Jingjing's name ninety-eight times when you fainted. ?
Zhizunbao: Jingjing is my wife. ?
Bodhi: There is another person named Zixia who you called seven hundred and eighty-four times!
Supreme Treasure: Huh?
Bodhi: Seven hundred and eighty-four times... This Zixia must owe you a lot of money. ?
Later, you watched it countless times. Every time you see this paragraph, you must laugh, then laugh, and then cry...
As a result, those young days that can never be returned finally bloomed into a flower.