An essay about the midsummer of that year.
Excerpt:
1. On graduation day, I put a piece of paper on her book,
It says: "Y, happy graduation. Be good to him. Always grow happily towards the sun. - From Yang"
From beginning to end, I never told anyone about my love for her.
This is the secret of my youth. A secret that only belongs to me.
I only hope that Y can be safe and go well and grow up happily towards the sun
2.2021.11.20
I heard today that he seems to like that girl
My secret love never came to light after all
I know that not every liking will lead to results, and he will not always like me.
In the end, I just gave him the bunch of wheat straw chrysanthemums. This is our eternal memory.
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