Wang Long said in "The Story of Man" that in the face of that little girl, he did not dare to walk over with boldness and said domineeringly, xxx, I like you.
Probably many people have had similar experiences. Don't dare to go over, afraid of being easily seen through the mind, but also afraid that others will not know your mind, that entanglement can only be unspeakable. It may be that I was cowardly at the beginning, but more often I was afraid that I would destroy the current beauty. Regrets? Don't regret it, because that's what you look like in its purest form.
At that time, I liked it, not for the sake of having it, and I was satisfied to be able to quietly look at your beautiful appearance; if I could say a word or two, it would be full of joy; if I could still play and play together, I would be cheering. What a simple mind, what a pure like.
Later, everyone grew up, and their courage became bigger, and gradually there was no longer the original obscurity, no longer the original caution, and no longer the satisfaction, full of joy, and cheering.
Everyone will grow up, everyone will eventually say goodbye to youth and ignorance, youth when you are young belongs to you, maturity after growth also belongs to you, cherish yourself when you are young, and also tolerate yourself after maturity.
The silver bell-like laughter in your memory always echoes in your head, always reminding you of how pure you once were.