Come with me into our youthful time!
I once read a sentence: In fact, I am very satisfied. I at least know your name, heard your voice, chatted at close range, and seen your eyes. I am very lucky, even if I am sad. This article is to record the story of my youth, about the secrets of my youthful days. I want to write down the most passionate and sincere emotions in words, and I also want to use this to make a real farewell to him.
When I was 16 or 17 years old, I met a person whose smile was as bright as the sun. I never dare to forget it.
Intention: In the form of an essay, a gift to the past self, about the youthful time of regrets and surprises