Rainy Days in Summer

In the summer when I was seventeen years old, the wind blew through the sycamore leaves, the leaves rustled softly, and I felt a little chilled. Xia Shiqiu met Ji Zhaolin for the first time at the door of the classroom. The young man was high-spirited and passed by her, and the sunlight happened to fall on his white shirt. It turns out that the purest love is a cautious approach, a heartbeat that dare not be spoken out, and a secret that belongs only to each other in a whole youth, so clean that it shines. This is a young love without impurities, from school uniforms to years, from heartbeat to gray hair. (Tip: This is the first time the author writes an article, trying to be realistic, I hope you will take care of me)