When I was 18 years old, I met a person. The boy was as bright as the sun. He stood under the national flag, his school uniform buttoned neatly, and the sun shone from the side. Behind him was the teaching building. The glass of the teaching building reflected the sunlight, which was not half as bright as him.
He was always bright and cheerful in his school uniform, standing under the sun-drenched national flag, standing on the apex of my heart, and imprinted on my 18th year.
"What's your relationship with him?"
"We're high school friends, college friends, and he's my boyfriend."
Purpose: To commemorate my youth