"Classmate, can you help me pick up the ball? Thank you!"
The young man stood not far away and waved to her. The wind blew the hem of his clothes, and the smile on his face was like the March breeze, gently blowing over the girl's heart.
God allowed her to meet a boy who was as bright as the sun, but failed to let her have it.
I told my secret to the wind. I wonder if the wind has blown it into your ears.
The boy I like is as bright as the sun. Standing under the sunset, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the boy's smile blooms in my heart.
Intention: secret love