Falling in love with you, all I need is a confession
I just write this article to commemorate him when he was young
The article was written when I was around 13 years old
△Note: The style of the full text is ~poetry
If you don't like it, don't spray it, thank you
○Background of the full story: It is said that when you are young, you should not meet someone who is too stunning.
People, otherwise everyone in the future will become generals, and they will last for thousands of years.
★This is a time when I was young and in junior high school. It can be said that it is my first
For once, I experienced the feelings of men and women besides friendship.
A sleep that one cannot forget for a long time.
★His innate bookishness and gentleness, yes, that's right
The word elegance carries with it a sense of asceticism in the cold face, and the results
Especially excellent, basically full marks. There's always a way to talk, he said.
They all feel right. This is just superficial excellence, I found out later
Now he can do anything, which makes me envious enough.
★At first we became friends because of mathematics in the first grade of junior high school.
I appreciate them more and become very good friends. I feel like he told me
The difference is that we will fight together, which makes me
I saw a different side of him, but I still liked it. By
After some things happened, we became tablemates (mentioned in the article), then
I was particularly happy at that time.
★I like to lie on the table in the classroom during lunch break and he reads the whole book to me.
Content of this book; I like that when the teacher forces me to adjust my seat, he clearly
He refused and said, "I just want to sit at the same table with her." This was his first objection.
Refute what the teacher said. I like the way he lectures me, seriously and
Serious, yet careful and patient. I like him when I go to find him
Shadow stared at him, and there was silence. I love watching him get
One award after another, as well as the praise and envy of teachers and classmates, I was
Surrounded by me, I feel a little sad, it's the distance, the gap.
I like the way he looks flustered when I get hurt, and he takes care of my injuries
mouth, I made a sound in pain, but he spoke more gently and softly, holding his hand
Hundreds of gentle steps. I like how serious and serious he is when my grades go down.
Counseling through thick and thin. I like that you work hard for me and feel sad for me
I laugh because of the way I persist...
★If it was the first time I saw him in the first year of junior high school, I liked him. You guys
Believe it or not? I fell in love at first sight. I didn't expect that it might be that moment.
My eyes fell into despair, and every subsequent glance was an abyss.
★Of course, there are many that make me sad and happy.
Incident, I was fortunate enough to record several scenes, and the articles are all preserved
The original text from that time has been preserved.
What needs to be explained is: why do you use poetry? Is it just pretentious? Answer: No, I was young and wanted to express my feelings, but my family was strict. Writing a diary might be judged as puppy love by my parents. In addition, I like classical Chinese very much, so I chose to "encrypt" the girl's diary and write it in an expression that only I can understand to express and commemorate~
Intention: remembrance, commemoration