Right and wrong are in a moment, love and hate are in a thought.
I remember the time when you were ignorant and ignorant in your youth. The secret love took root and sprouted in my heart like a small seed, and gradually grew into a big tree. The unknown mood dominated my thoughts. I finally had the opportunity to be exposed to your impatient rejection and ridicule. Can I still win your heart?
Maybe I was young, frivolous and ignorant, and I failed you again and again. I don't know when you came into my heart. Maybe it was the first time we met, or maybe it was earlier. There is an indelible figure of you in that sealed memory. I say sorry for the past. The sun is just right and the breeze is not dry. Are you still willing to spend the rest of your life with me?
A story about a young policeman and a major general with a slight campus feel. It has the feel of lemon tea, sour and sweet with a slight bitterness. It is hilarious and sad at the same time. Welcome to join in.