In my sophomore year of high school, I chose liberal arts, and the class teacher was replaced by a Chinese teacher. I'm a little farther away from you. But my feelings for you have turned into a crush.
Your class is twice a week, and my eyes are still burning, and I am a lot more shy and imaginative. When your gaze swept over, I would not face it differently than usual, but pretend to read, pretend to write, and when you turn around to write the formula, I will not look away, lock your back, warm and attentive.
I finally got my wish to become a math class representative, just to see you and hear you. Even if it's a short sentence: Carry your homework to the classroom. I'm all happy.
At the parent-teacher meeting in the second semester of high school, the class teacher said to his father: No problem, admission to college is certain.
I began to slack off, and in my spare time I began to write poems, copy lyrics, and read novels. Especially during the winter vacation, I slept late, chased dramas, gathered with my classmates, and rode twenty kilometers in five or six places, just to eat the authentic lamb skewers, yak yogurt... Homework is also pushed today tomorrow, tomorrow to the day after tomorrow, until one day, when I crouched down to pick vegetables, the pants line actually collapsed...
In the first class of the first day of school, you swept the whole class, and finally your eyes stayed on me, and a few seconds later, you said: This holiday, have you made a lot of efforts? I saw some of my classmates with red faces and were in a good mood.
I know I'm gaining weight. At the critical moment when thousands of troops and horses crossed the canoe bridge, the chain was dropped.
Some people's adolescence is bloody and sweaty, go all out to achieve their dreams, some people's adolescence may be used to be confused, sick, abandoned... For example, me.
Read novels, write diaries, organize poetry clubs, watch the stars, listen to songs, read philosophy... These time and energy that have nothing to do with learning or affect learning may be precisely to cover up and dilute the sadness and melancholy of my lonely but crowded youth.
I don't know if you can feel my crush. At the end of a semester, you will gather several class leaders to eat in your single dormitory.
In my memory, white sticks dipped in cumin powder and cold mixed beef are your specialties.
I know your favorite singer is a Taiwanese singer article. During the meal, I kept playing the song of the article, and my classmate told me the name of the song: I am the wind.
At the end of the day, you give each of you a tape, which is the article's album "Your Own Sky".
Back home, I couldn't wait to put it in the tape recorder. Heard the song that played repeatedly in your dorm room all afternoon: "I Am the Wind." The lyrics captivated me.
……
Don't blame me
Come and go without a trace
Many vicissitudes
You never understand
Waves in your eyes
Between flows
Scatter my wounds
I am the wind
Hurry to meet you
Never
For whom to stay
expect
Another touch
Whether
Waiting in life
No more emptiness