If one has not experienced winter, one cannot understand the weight of snow - just like the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, which will always tremble outside the frozen dimension.
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When his hand reached over, I subconsciously avoided it. I... I still didn't have the courage to look at him or touch him. He seemed to see my dodge, his hand hanging in the air paused, and then he gently touched the left side of my face.
When the warm liquid wet his right hand, I realized that they were my tears. He wiped away my tears and then leaned over. His face was so close to mine that I could even hear his heartbeat. Thump, thump, it beats smoothly and rhythmically, but I am so confused at the moment, my heart beats wildly out of my control, as if it has found its true home, I feel like it wants to jump out of my body, stupid heart. At that moment, I wanted to hug him so much, but he was so good that my heart felt calm. For a moment, I wanted to push him away.
He asked me why I was crying.
Because I couldn't believe it was true, I answered him in my heart, but I just shook my head at him and pretended to be relaxed and said to him, it's nothing, sand got into my eyes. He was stunned for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of my eyes silently. I knew he noticed that I was lying to him, but how could I possibly say that? What's more, I couldn't speak to him.
First person, updated according to circumstances, primary school student writing style, may be longer or shorter
Concept: Life is lonely due to unique cognition
