The throbbing of youth, perhaps words are the best brush. When the beautiful scenes of the past are fixed on the tip of the pen, the love has its initial outline. This is a secret love that a boy with low self-esteem has never revealed, a dusty memoir. The name on the title page is Yao Ziwen. The summer light was just right that year, and the shirt of the summer school uniform was shining brightly. The autumn wind was getting colder, blowing the wrinkled corners of the boy's hair.
The ginkgo trees are still flourishing, and the yellowing ginkgo leaves cover both sides of Langzhou Road. The street lamps from Langzhou Road to Shiqiang are still glowing with yellow light, and the babbling sound has been heard for three years or more. But the boy who was afraid of the dark and liked to call "Brother Yang" disappeared.
At the gate of No. 1 Middle School, the stone lion standing in front of the door was still mottled, and the figure hiding behind the stone lion seemed to be still clearly visible. Looking back at the place where he had stayed for three years bathed in the sunset, he thought for a long time. The young man's mind is always wandering. He thought of the rooftop of the courtyard, the 12 yuan rice bowl in the cafeteria, the underground garage where he walked to escape from the classroom during lunch break, and the "smellful" innermost table on the second floor. At the end of the story, the small city of Changde still failed to retain the seventeen-year-old boy. Langzhou Road was the place where the dream began. The summer that went away only trapped the boy's undeclared love and three years of stumbling youth.
Intention: Life may be full of regrets, I hope all secret loves can have a perfect ending. I hope everyone can accept the miss in life calmly