The love stories I wrote started in middle school. Almost everyone in college has love, which makes beautiful love seem flashy and unrealistic. In comparison, love in middle school is more luxurious, but it is much simpler and often leaves a deep impression on people, which may be difficult to forget in their lifetime. Just like spring rain, it is extremely precious because of its scarcity. Spring rain is as precious as oil. The first love of the male protagonist Lin Bin in my story happened in the first grade of junior high school. At that time, a few hairs had just grown under his nose, his Adam's apple began to protrude, and his voice began to become hoarse. When he woke up in the morning, he found his underwear was wet... I vaguely remembered the name of the girl I dreamed of. Ling Xue, she has been sitting in the second seat to the left in the front row. Everyone calls her the "school beauty". The boys chasing her in groups are almost catching up with the regular troops of the People's Liberation Army that resisted U. S. Aggression and aided Korea. Lin Bin is fortunate to be the top-level "commander" of this army...