At some point in our youth, we all loved a young man. He was as bright as the sun, and I dare not forget him. "Do you still remember that autumn on the playground, the sun was just right, you and I were young. The moment our eyes connected, when you bent down to pick it up, did you ever think about what happened next?"
I would like to write this article to commemorate the thoughts of a young girl, which never started but will always end.
Purpose: To commemorate the worries of youth