Some people say that youth is impulsiveness and bravery, the faint smell of printing oil on test papers, the swaying tree shadows on campus, the sweetness of orange soda, the nonsensical roar, or the silent heartbeat... But to me, it seems to be a piece of music composed of monotonous syllables, which is not pleasant enough to sing to your heart. Many years later, the chip that was pressed into the bottom of the box restarted again, and the memory exploded like fireworks, falling in gorgeous colors.
In the picture of my life, you are always at the center of the camera.
"Hey! Shichule!"
At that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the basketball hitting the ground. It was dull, loud, and shocking. The heart of youth beat in my blood. I never thought that this name could leave you with anything. If I could be braver, I would respond to you with a smile and generously, like a believer with a girl's enthusiasm, but I can't, because a cautious life cannot withstand the destruction of fate.
The math teacher's fingers stained with chalk dust were placed in the middle of two parallel lines. The axioms in the textbook used long numbers to stamp a cold stamp on me. I regard science as the noblest reason, and you are the first apple that broke into my heart. The clear golden light hits the blackboard filled with white formulas, casting a layer of brilliant sadness. The test paper is covered with correct answers to knowledge, but what about the correct answers to regrets? I can't find the answer...
Dedicated to Xie Zhijing.
Purpose: family, studies, choice, love