A period of time that I always miss very much is called youth.
In that age called teenagers, we play, sing, study or have fun.
In that age called youth, we can make mistakes, no matter how big or small, and easily get away with it.
But that time has passed and will never come back. Memories always add to the emotion of the years.
But remembering and remembering, after all, it is because I can't forget that I will never forget it.
After all, I am a nostalgic person, so the past twinkling in my eyes always blurs my vision of today.
So I decided to forget. Before forgetting, I must commemorate. Commemoration is for better forgetting. Cut off the past completely, end it completely and start again.
When I was remembering, I picked up a lot of happiness, but I couldn't bear to forget it.
As time goes by, the accumulation of memories will become moldy. Find a sunny day and take them out to dry. Then suddenly I found that my heart is ethereal, my dreams are bright, and my life is clear.
So I wrote this. I would like to dedicate this to you and me who have passed through or are about to pass through the boy. To everyone who cherishes the boy.
It was not now that I started writing this period. I started half of the draft a long, long time ago. Now it seems that two years have passed, some memories are blurred, and the feeling of longing for a boy has become more and more uncontrollable.
So I use the perspective of a college student and the thinking of high school to remember my and everyone's junior high school days. It's a bit confusing but perfect.
I offer my hope that the situation of young people will not be afraid of tigers and let us reminisce about the glorious times together.