She had met him before, except for the young man who relieved the embarrassment in early autumn. In fact, he had taken root in her heart in the sixth grade.
He has also seen her, not only in the summer of junior high school, but also in the sixth grade.
She thought he didn't know, and he thought she didn't understand.
The seven summers that went round and round were her stubborn efforts and imperceptible sorrow.
The seven missed summers are filled with the sound of autumn, creating a warm color.
It doesn't matter, I can tell you slowly about the seven autumns I missed