The story begins with the words "Hello, teacher" and "Hmm".
Age, identity, and family, these three words turn the distance between us into the ends of the earth. The story is not touching, but the person who wrote it kept crying. Love without success has been a long-lasting love in the world since ancient times!
It's a pity that my writing skills are mediocre and I can't express my love for him vividly. Otherwise, my love would be more than just tens of thousands of words!
How to describe him, knowledgeable? Yushu facing the wind? Suave? But none of these seem to be enough. My husband is like light, dispelling darkness, like a god, descending into the world, appearing in my dark world, and becoming my eternal salvation. It was the only warmth in the cold. How can I forget it?
The things you can't get at a young age will eventually trap you for the rest of your life. I can't let go, he is my only belief in survival.
Purpose: To commemorate the unusual and unspeakable love of youth