The curtains were blown out of the window by the wind, and there was a lot of noise in the crowded classroom. The cicadas were chirping noisily, the sky was blue, and the sunlight was so bright that it was a bit dazzling.
In the crowd he saw him.
In the boiling classroom, he was like a silent dead leaf. Suffocatingly quiet.
That boy was different from him, passionate and bright. Like the sun, full of light and heat. The young man was as hot as a fire, a fire that burned wantonly, spreading into his heart with the intention of burning out all his paleness and loneliness.
It's just a boy meeting another boy. It's just that the time is blooming, poetic and picturesque.
Time is like wine. If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.
[This is my first post, purely for fun. I am a high school student, if I have any shortcomings, please give me some adviceww]