This is a youth campus love story. For every love experience I have, I will write down the details of my experience with them. I hope everyone can read it. Love is a two-way street. That morning we walked into the campus together, passing each other in elegant clothes and looking back with nostalgia. I often thought about whether we could meet again. Three years passed in the blink of an eye and I was about to graduate. After three years of waving goodbye, I decided to write down my junior high school love story.
Intention: When you meet the right person, there is scenery everywhere; when you meet the wrong person, there are thorns everywhere