When I met him at the school gate that day, I quickly caught up with him and asked around for his name, "Zhou Jingyun." They say women chase men with spacer veils. I am beautiful and brave, so I can definitely do it! During physical education class, I secretly watched him at the back door of Class 4. He was sitting in the middle of the classroom, and the sun shone through the cracks in the curtains on the textbook, like a movie plot. He suddenly turned around, met my eyes, and smiled softly. I ran away in panic.
School ends at six o'clock every day, and I feel it's been a long time since four o'clock. Looking at his nervous and trembling hands on the back, I secretly laughed, our love was heart-pounding and panic-stricken.
Falling in love during our student days was ridiculous. It turned out that a network cable could separate us. We lost contact after graduation, and my puppy love ended silently.
Before I went to college, I thought college life was like a TV show, but it turned out that the reality was like mountains of papers, a crowded library, classmates who didn't know each other, and the distance between people was stretched far and wide. I longed for unbridled love in college, but instead I became a fish in a fish pond. I mustered up the courage to pursue romantic and bright love, but I was trapped like a headless fly among all kinds of people on the university campus.
Until later I met him again. I raised my head and watched him walk out of the crowd. He was holding a flag high and dressed in black. The crowd dispersed, and he walked toward me with a smile, holding the flag, like an ancient general with an iron horse. The sun shines on him, the playground is noisy and quiet, and I can only hear my heartbeat, just like the first time I saw him.
Year after year, we go together towards the same direction. When you raise your head, you can see the most dazzling sunshine.
Intention: We have been transformed by universities into adults on the assembly line. We hate society and are afraid of interacting with others, so we are used to hiding and being bystanders of youth. But don't forget, we were once brave. Don't be an adult who hides your light. Youth has nothing to do with anyone. Our youth is our own youth.
May I be like a star, like the moon, shining brightly and brightly every year.