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Gentle and brave girl
Two or three years in a flash, a rush and summer
Someone goodbye, someone never sees again
- Brew a cup of dreams
Growing up, what little secrets did you have buried for a long time?
He grimaced himself with the results of stealing his mother's cosmetics, secretly changed his score when he failed an exam, and many more ridiculous little things...
But to be honest, first love is the deepest secret in my heart.
The throbbing of the first feelings, accompanied by the secretion of youth hormones, with all kinds of simple beauty and blind publicity, a little bit of wanton and a little crazy, a little bit of beauty and a little bit of illusion.
First love, presumably, is also the most difficult person to forget in everyone's heart.
In fact, the most memorable thing is not people, but the restlessness and memories that belong to them.
Until now, the first love complex is the topic label we use to talk about, and even now many people who are still maternal and fetal solo still adhere to principles in this world of thin love, just to find the Ta who belongs to the most.
In this era of scum everywhere, first love is so beautiful and illusory.
Some people engrave the appearance of first love in their hearts, even if they don't see each other again, every object they find in the future is like first love.
First love is the spirit given to us by the gods, with a beam of human light for us to see the world.
In my memory, I vaguely remember my first love when I was in the third grade of junior high school.
At that time, I was young and didn't know what love was, only that you were different in my eyes, and when I saw you, my heart would beat, and it would be difficult to hide my blushing appearance.
As a child on the Internet wrote before: I don't know what it is to like, but I don't like fat, but as long as it is her, it doesn't matter.
Simple and beautiful, real and warm.
I still remember the unconcealed smile on the corner of his mouth the first time I held hands with him, the first time we dodged and didn't dare to face each other when we spoke to him, and the panicked look he had when he saw no one running around to hand me hot water the first time he played.
At that time, I was young, and I only remembered the mints he bought for me, but I forgot the sincerity of his love letter.
That love letter, between the lines and words, wrote out the thoughts and love of "not seeing for a day is like three autumns apart".
Although he has heard nothing from me now, I don't know where he is now, who is with him, and whether he will remember me.
The girl he had vowed to be together for the rest of his life.
But everything has become a thing of the past.
Occasionally I wonder: What would it be like to say goodbye to him?
Probably he has changed a lot, a suit handsome mature, and I also fell off beautifully and generously, when I said goodbye, I looked at each other and smiled, speechless.
When we saw each other again, I just felt that he was no longer what I remembered, but as soon as I saw him laughing, I felt that he had returned, and I felt as if I had seen our past, as if he had just waited for me for a few minutes at the entrance of the campus.
But if there was another girl standing next to him, much like my girl, I would probably have been meditating for a long time.
If he's doing well, I'll be sad, and if he's having a bad time, I'll be even sadder.
So don't see you again.
In this world, maybe your first love has been drowned in the sea of people like me, maybe your first love is still by your side with you, maybe you are obviously in a city but have never met.
Just like Chen Xun in "The Year of Hurry" never forgets Fang Fei, just like Julie and Bryce in "Heartbeat" can only be shy and pretend in the distance and distance.
The most beautiful people are always imaginary, and if one day "unfortunate" gets them, that is the real loss.
And the first love is destined to be our deceased at the end of the years.
Hermann Hesse once said: You are not the end of love, but the driving force of love. I dedicate this love to the flowers by the side of the road, to the sparkling sunlight that swayed in the glass, to the red dome of the church. Because of you, I fell in love with the world.
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Author: @Brew a Cup of Dreams, & Andy
Here is @ Brew a Cup of Dreams, a writer who hopes that all girls will ride the wind and waves, pay attention to me, give you more emotional good articles, and become beautiful and rich together!