Preface limited to 500 words:
I have always wanted to write down my experiences over the years, but I have always had a serious problem with procrastination. I should have had this idea since 2012, and now it is 2016, 4 years late. Many things have happened in these four years, but these are all things for another day.
I have always believed that love during student years is pure love, as pure as white jasmine flowers, not only white and translucent but also fragrant and fragrant, unmatched by love in any other period.
When you are in love as a student, you don't have to worry about your livelihood or your elders asking if you have made friends. It feels sweet and wonderful to be able to meet the people you like every day, and read, study, eat together, and do almost the same things as the people you like.
How I wish I could turn back time, or stay in our era. After the evening self-study, I would sit on the playground, smoking the same cigarette, chatting about endless topics, letting the evening wind blow on our youthful faces, looking at each other's smiles, and my heart would be intoxicated...