Classmate Yang probably doesn't know me.
I once wrote him a four-page love letter using the paper I used to write my exam reflections. After telling my friend, she laughed at me. I know that with my courage and self-confidence, I should keep this to myself forever. However, looking back now, I find to my dismay that my one-man show didn't seem to have any special features. So normal, so ordinary, calm. The characters in it seem to be replaceable, and the plot is outdated.
The teacher said that "literature seems to look at the mountains but not the plains", and the same should be said for feelings. So from this point of view, this relationship was quite a failure. However, it gave me strength when I was nervous and depressed in my third year of junior high school. I have a piece of news that I want to tell him. That article about the sea was written by me.
Intention: I am my true self, only then does everything have meaning