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A middle-aged man over 50 years old. Today I'm going to tell you a story about me and my first love.
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Li Hua, I am 52 years old, and I am an ordinary white-collar worker. I come from an ordinary family and once had a beautiful and unforgettable first love experience.
It was when I was in high school, and there was a girl in the class who was particularly attracted to me, and her name was Xiaofang. She has long flowing hair and a bright smile, always giving people a gentle and lovely feeling. The two of us had similar personalities and soon became good friends who talked about everything.
However, our friendship didn't stop there. After the college entrance examination, we were both successfully admitted to the same university. At that time, our relationship gradually sublimated. I fell in love with her and looked forward to being with her every day.
However, fate always likes to play tricks on people. In our final year of college, we were separated for various reasons. She went to work in another city, while I stayed where I was to continue my career. Although I still miss her deeply, the reality of life has led us further and further apart.
Years have passed, and I have continued to work hard, but I have never been able to forget her. I often think that if we had persevered, maybe I would be happier now.
It wasn't until recently that my classmates organized a reunion and I began to look forward to meeting Xiaofang again on this special occasion. And just like that, at the class reunion, we met again.
The moment I saw her, an inexplicable emotion surged in my heart. She was still beautiful and smiling, as if she was still in the same way as when she was young. We drank wine and chatted about the past, as if we had returned to that time of our youth that we will never forget.
However, when I got home, I couldn't help but slap myself hard. Why didn't we persevere? Why did I miss so many opportunities to recover? I felt deep remorse and remorse for my inability to do anything.
I am reminded of a poem by the poet Li Bai, "How many times in life is a big dream, how can only Chu be imprisoned in Xiangyang." "In this short life, we have experienced many regrets and misses. But now, I understand that there are no ifs in life, only cherishing and grasping the present.
I decided to face life again, let go of my past regrets, and try to create my own happiness. Perhaps, the story of my first love is just a beautiful thing left in my memory, but I believe that there are more people and things waiting for me to experience and feel in the future.