Those Boys Who Passed by My Youth

When a person reaches middle age and is alone, it's not that no one is attracted to him, but that all his emotions have stopped in his youth. From an ignorant elementary school to a green university, I met many lively and bright boys along the way: the handsome young man who acted in a play with me, the classmate who ran with me across the village and met to pursue my dream, the young man who dressed in white on the court and was as clear as the moonlight, and old acquaintances who silently sent love letters and sent birthday wishes every year... Those heartbeats hidden in the notes on the desk, the firelight in the classroom, the evening breeze in the playground, and the sudden glance at the intersection are never love, but the purest appreciation and timidity of adolescence. Because of my low self-esteem, I gave in far away and adhered to the principle of sobriety and self-control. I only dared to hide my heartbeat in the script and gaze from afar. Time passes and we meet again, the youth of the past has been worn away by life, some have married and established a career, and some have gone through vicissitudes of life. We had a brief encounter, but in the end we couldn't be together. The beauty of youth never requires a vigorous love. There is no need to embrace each other, no need to stay together, just that we happened to go through that reckless and tender youth together, and watched each other's shining appearance from a distance, which is enough to treasure for half a lifetime.