The cool breeze blew through the sycamore trees outside the window, and the sun squeezed in from the leaves without the sycamore trees paying attention, and sprinkled on the dark classroom. A slightly yellowed sycamore leaf walked into the classroom along the "path of light" and landed on the hand of the boy who was sleeping at his desk. The young man opened his eyes, walked to the window and looked at the sycamore tree outside. He murmured: "Time has passed too fast, and the weather has become much cooler..." Yes, the tides have changed, and the slight yellow color of the sycamore leaves has quietly deepened. It is the end of midsummer of another year. I bid farewell to the sycamore tree for class. The sudden look at each other was my long-planned look at the self-study day that night. The sky is pink. I'm glad that we are in the same sky. When I look back at you, you are also looking at me. The meaning of running in both directions is probably: when you want to risk your life for someone, he happens to respond to you enthusiastically. Fortunately, while I like you, you also like me. +, Same school, same class, same heart, the story of 177 and 155 begins
Purpose: Fortunately, while I like him, he also likes me.
