The seventeen-year-old wind is always wrapped in the sourness of citrus. When peeling off the green peel, the juice splashes on the fingertips, which is like the uncontrollable heartbeat of girls. The sunlight in the back row of the classroom fell slantly on the exercise book, and the handwriting was burnt by the sun. The eyes that met when looking up made the tips of the ears instantly dyed red - two brave and passionate hearts, Lin Nian and Song Shujin quietly approached each other in such a hazy look.
The unspeakable emotions are the cherry blossom petals sandwiched in the textbook. At first it was still pink and white, but later it slowly turned into a withered yellow due to time, but it still retains a faint fragrance, like an unspoken confession. The lilies outside the window bloomed and faded, and the faint fragrance filled the classroom, mixed with the smell of chalk dust, and became the most special footnote of youth. But apart from books filled with calculation exercises, dried flower petals, and dissipated flower fragrance, nothing seemed to be left at the age of seventeen.
The emotion that grew wantonly but could only be hidden in the dark finally settled on that summer. Young girls think that they can fight the world by clenching their hands, but they forget that the shoulders of a seventeen-year-old are too thin, and it is too difficult to change the weight of the world. It was clear that the light of dawn was already dancing in front of my eyes, and if I took another step forward I could touch the outline of happiness, but my steps still stopped where I was, leaving only hot tears falling on the back of the clasped hands, fainting away the silent regret.
"From the moment I met you, my eyes began to write a diary." The thoughts hidden in the eyes are more delicate than the handwriting in the diary. Every time we look at each other and every time we pass by, they are carefully collected. "The eyes are the fulcrum of my soul." Because of that person, even the way I look at the world becomes extra bright.
She also used delicate brushstrokes to draw daisies all over the edge of the letter paper, trying to hide her hidden love in the text, but she failed to send it after all. Thinking about it again many years later, I only remember the words that I kept repeating in my heart: "It was obvious that we were almost happy, but we were really close..."
The sourness of the citrus has long since dissipated, but the seventeen-year-old heartbeat remains like a shallow scratch in time, forever fresh.
Lin Nian-Song Shujin
Purpose: There is no way to escape the eyes of the world, women must be brave and self-reliant