In school, in order to see him twice more, she rushed out after class to create chance encounters, and frequently talked to her friends about going downstairs to buy things. When they met, she would pretend not to see him, and pretend to be calm. But there were countless little flowers in her heart. If she didn't meet him, she would be very disappointed. She would always follow him, and she would secretly look at him during exercises. The moment he looked at her, she would turn around as fast as possible. When she saw him in front, she would secretly speed up her steps. . When she saw him behind her, she would deliberately mess around with her friends and slow down the time. She would sneak a peek at him at the door of his class when she had nothing to do. She liked to go to the toilet on his floor, although it was a bit far. She seemed to be very happy just to see him. She shed tears for him and did everything for him. Suddenly she felt that the journey from school to home was as long as a period of time. She always took the familiar B53 bus through the street corners, passed tall buildings, and met other people's stories. On this less than two-kilometer journey home, I feel happy, exhausted, either lost or possessed. Looking fearlessly at the busy streets, waiting to grow up. Youth is a beautiful dream, the same age, the same emotions, the same loneliness. However, they are different, looking for their own sky on different roads. When we meet again, I hope we will have no regrets.
Concept: Youth is always connected with love and we will eventually meet again