A Throbbing Heart

This article about the throbbing of junior high school is like a box of orange gummies warmed by the sun - sweet and translucent, but wrapped in fine particles of youth. It does not try to tell an earth-shattering story, but rather wants to spread out the little thoughts hidden in the cracks of desks, floating in the wind in the corridor, and hidden on the fly pages of exercise books in the sun with the cleanest strokes. The protagonist is "I" in junior high school, a "stupid" girl, and a girl who always sits at the back of the classroom. The scratch paper is densely written, with numbers and symbols layered on top of each other, with almost no blank spaces. Small interactions are like grass sprouts emerging in spring, quietly forming a soft bump in my heart: I will read textbooks with red ears because he glanced at me one more time, I will repeatedly trace the curve of the second button of his school uniform in my diary, and I will secretly check the distance between his name and mine on the monthly exam ranking list. There are no intense confessions or dramatic turns in the article, and the focus is on those moments when "you can't speak anymore": such as the 0.3 Seconds when the fingertips touched when borrowing an eraser, such as his arched eyebrows when he helped me pick up the dropped pencil, such as the last class meeting before graduation, and the sentence "If I go to that school, I guess I can be in the top three." , Be a small squad leader." These throbbings are like fireflies in the summer night, flickering brightly and dimly in the gaps of growth, illuminating the clumsy and sincere self - I will work hard to memorize words and practice calligraphy because I like someone, I will care about whether every piece of clothing is appropriate, and I will fill my diary with "He today...". What I want to write about is never "love", but the tremor of realizing what "heartbeat" is for the first time in my youth. Those candy wrappers hidden in the middle of the textbook, those unspoken "I've been paying attention to you for a long time," and those deliberately slowed down footsteps when we met in the corridor, are all the most precious footnotes of growth. They are like pieces of transparent amber, freezing the sunshine, chirping of cicadas and youthful courage in junior high school forever in time. This article may remind you of a name hidden deep in your memory, and remind you that you were once moved by a piece of school uniform, and jumped for joy over a passing moment - that is the most authentic look of youth: pure, clumsy, yet sparkling. Concept: The idea of ​​"Thrilling" is to use the detailed daily life of adolescence as "the first awareness of heartbeat" as an incision to capture the purest love of youth and arouse readers' resonance with the memory of youth. At the same time, "Thrilling" is used to show the traces of growth and courage in youth - making "Thrilling" not only "like a person", but also "the passion and preciousness of youth itself".