That first flutter in ninth grade was ginkgo leaves, sunsets, evening study hall, lights in the corridors, a young man's high spirits, and that summer when the wind brushed past my ears, the summer when I didn't dare reveal the secret buried in my heart.
That evening, she was studying a Chinese test paper, staring at the inscrutable classical passages and trying to understand why people in ancient times were so drawn to a life of seclusion. Just after school, he saw her frowning slightly, and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
Boys are always so hard to figure out. On the little path through campus, she swept up the fallen yellow leaves as a fine drizzle fell. He held an umbrella over her, one called "Youth."
(This is based on my own experience in ninth grade. I'm not a very good writer, so please bear with me...)
Sunny, cheerful top student x depressed, exhausted underachiever
Theme: Cherish the person beside you while you can, while youth is still in bloom.
