I think the so-called falling in love is that when I opened the classroom door that day, you were lying on the table taking a nap. The sunlight shined on your face through the glass window, combing your eyelashes, and a speck of dust fell on your eyelashes. You woke up suddenly, your eyes were bleary, and you said good afternoon to me with a smile. The speck of dust slipped from your bright eyelashes and fell. Just like the speck of dust at this moment, my heart fell into a bottomless and deep emotion. Each of us is a passerby in a hurry, but we meet in the dark night by the moonlight. What happened with you is the most beautiful story in the world.
Purpose: This article is just to record the story of me and my idiot family, hoping that I will have something to recall when I grow old.