The heartbeat in the third grade of junior high school was the ginkgo, the sunset, the evening self-study, the lights in the corridor, the high-spirited youth, and the midsummer when the wind blew by my ears, the midsummer when I didn't dare to reveal the secrets in my heart.
That night during self-study, she was looking at the Chinese papers, looking at the elusive ancient texts, trying to understand why people in ancient times yearned for a secluded life so much, and he, who had just finished school, looked at her with a slight frown, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Young people are always unpredictable. On the campus path, she was sweeping away the fallen yellow leaves. In the drizzle, he was holding an umbrella called "Youth" for her.
(My personal experience in the third grade of junior high school, sorry for the poor writing...)
Sunny and cheerful academic master x depressed and tired academic scumbag
Purpose: Cherish the people you have now and take advantage of your youth.