People are really strange. They don't want to cherish what they get easily, but they never forget what they can't get. Occasionally, when I think of him, the first glimpse I saw comes to mind - the boy with shaggy hair sitting upright by the window in the classroom, quietly, wearing a dark blue school uniform jacket, with a white shirt collar exposed around his neck. There seems to be sunshine shining in outside. I had an impromptu desire to record my story with him, but I felt like there was nothing to write down. I could only think back from the beginning and put the pieces together piece by piece to connect the dots and pieces of the past three years. Just call him Xiao Li. The Xiao Li who may appear in our campus youth. There are not so many reunions in the world, and many end without a cure. A first-person memoir, from high school to college, with a running account and no writing.
Intention: Study hard and grow well