I met him in autumn. Turning around without warning, I happened to meet his looking back with enlightenment. From then on, everything that was ordinary became extraordinary. The brilliance in her eyes when she hit the ball was shining with dazzling light. He couldn't think of any metaphor to describe her beauty at this moment. Looking at her fleeing back, he squinted his eyes lightly and tasted the pleasure accumulated over time alone. An inexplicable impulse arose in his heart, which he had never seen before but was so strong. Looking at her sitting alone on the swing, two crystal tears shimmered. He stood far away, and his heart was so soft. In his originally unchanging scenery, turning points began to appear, and it turned into a beautiful story. "When did you focus on me?" She smiled lightly, the color of the world was like dust. He slightly curled his lips, when? Probably everything started from the day we met and gradually got better