I have confessed to you a long time ago, in every glance I look at you. The spring breeze is still there and the sun is shining brightly. Today's enrollment report for the 17th class of freshmen, at the age of sixteen, I was temporarily assigned to be the life committee member of class five. It was my first time to do this kind of thing, so I hurriedly buried myself in the pile of information handed in by my classmates. The breeze blew the information on my desk flying all over the sky. I secretly thought it was over. I got up and ran after it to pick it up on the ground. A classmate wearing a white shirt flew by on a skateboard. My information was uncontrollably thrown into the wind he carried in the corridor. I was stunned watching from behind. He stopped and said, "Sorry, classmate! I didn't see your information on the ground just now, classmate! Classmate!" I came to my senses! He quickly helped me pick it up. The wind blew against my face, bringing with it a hint of his breath, and the tips of my ears turned red quietly. No longer dare to look up. Later, I only remembered the boy's white shirt, backpack, and mole under the lip, which filled my entire youth
Purpose: Ordinary us are also the heroines of our own lives