In the spring, summer, autumn and winter of three years, I thought it was far, far away, so far that I could not see the road, and finally came to the end... And on the other side of the end, there was the smiling profile of the young man hidden under the book, soft, warm, clear and transparent, as if it did not exist, and it made my heart wander. The feeling is so real, it's not pain, it's just that I don't dare to breathe, afraid that a slight breath will blow away his face, afraid that he will just go with the wind... The longing for me, the soullessness, the connection between the hearts, it is so warm, but it is just a memory. That boy once said to me: "Those who indulge in memories of the past are weak people." How I wanted to say back: "How can I not be weak when facing you?" This is a story that happened in middle school. The story may be ordinary and ordinary, but for me, it is thrilling. Do you have a person who you care about in your heart? But you can only care about someone in your heart. You can't call him by name, and you can't describe his charm to the fullest. Use this novel to commemorate my junior high school days, come to everyone's deskmate, and commemorate those flowery youth years... I clearly know that the secret love in the three years of junior high school has no result, I clearly know that everything will disappear with time, and I clearly know that this is not love. But I still can't help but indulge my feelings again and again, because seeing the corners of your mouth and your smiling eyebrows warms me up and gives me the strength to move forward, but it also gives me a bone-chilling coldness. The most worrying thing in the world is not that I am very close to you but I don't know what you are thinking, but that I am sitting next to you but misinterpret all your meanings.