High school campus love articles?

Love in high school campus has no real troubles, only pure love and happiness, but there are still too many injuries and divorces in high school love after all.

Love in high school campus has no real troubles, only pure love and happiness, but there are still too many injuries and divorces in high school love after all. The following is the relevant information about ""that I have compiled for you for your reference!

Article 1: Old times on stationery

In the past, it flowed slowly on yellowed stationery. Stacks of thin stationery rustle, bearing the most secret and beautiful memories of our youth. The spring flowers, the autumn moon and the quicksand in life are all expressed in the pen and given to another person in the process of passing and waiting.

His deskmate

In my freshman year, sweet potato and I were deskmates.

When others plunged into the tension and laws of high school study, two disobedient and clever heterogeneous students were transferred by the class teacher. Girls and boys seldom talk like buddies together, so we didn't mention how happy we were when we got along at first.

I don't know where to start, but the atmosphere between us has changed. I found that he didn't joke casually as before, saying what was noisy and unimportant. But will look at me meaningfully, and will silently mourn for the whole class.

Later, we were switched tables. For one semester, we didn't speak, as if we were in a nameless mood. No one will compromise and speak, and no one knows where this inexplicable emotion comes from. Suddenly, one day, I was thinking, how can we change from familiarity to strangeness without saying a word? I bought a notebook and handed it to him quietly with a message to the effect that I hope to be friends again. My proposal received a warm response from him. I changed the table by mistake, and it became the front table and the back table, and the distance was closer.

Last semester of senior three, I never cared about studying, and I deeply felt the invisible pressure of the college entrance examination. I remember that in a Chinese class, we reviewed Cao Cao's poem "Watching the Sea". When joking, I said my nickname was in this poem. Sweet potato will apply the knowledge of permutation and combination in math class to the extreme and spell out all kinds of possibilities. I didn't tell him the answer at last, and he was depressed. After class, he handed me a Chinese textbook with a letter in it.

This letter completely changed our relationship. He finally confessed all his thoughts. And I suddenly "met" such a confession and panicked. I know we can't be friends anymore, or maybe it's because I already have another boy in my heart. I replied to his letter and refused him in the most straightforward and cold words, telling him to concentrate on his studies and not to be impulsive.

He will still write to me occasionally, and each letter will be folded into beautiful shapes such as acacia leaves and heart to heart, and he will always tell jokes to make me happy. As for me, in the eyes of his buddies, I am just a girl who doesn't know the goods. It is so irrational to like someone. You won't accept him just because he is so kind to you, but only care about the temporary feeling.

Because of this, his study status is very poor, and the college entrance examination is not ideal. We went to different universities, and we lived far away. He drifted away and walked out of my sight.

How many years have passed, and I feel guilty every time I think about it. How brave he should have written to me to express his love, but I stubbornly refused to give him any chance.

For the boy I like, after I went to college, I knew I would never have a chance to meet again, so I wrote a letter to him who went back to school to repeat his studies. In my letter, I described what college life was like, the sky by the sea was beautiful, and I had a tortuous little complex. He wrote back soon, and the letter paper was folded into a beautiful shape, and the handwriting was slender and flying, which was very beautiful. This is our only communication. From then on, my mind became clear, and then I started another life in college step by step.

I am still writing to my good friend who went to school in other cities, and to a boy who later became a boyfriend, but I have corresponded for a long time before that. The story in this story can probably be described in a book.

Hate girls' "love letters"

Maybe many things will be forgotten, but I will always remember the autumn of 1996. At that time, I had just entered junior high school, and my relationship with a strange deskmate was warming up. The teacher suddenly asked the deskmate to change seats with another girl. It is unpleasant to adapt to the new deskmate again. When the girl moved the desk and chair to my side, she cried as if she had been wronged. The boys in the class gathered around to comfort her and accused me of not comforting her. How naive I am, I have a very poor impression of her: an annoying and delicate crying baby.

The relationship with the new deskmate is very cold. I don't talk or joke. I left my seat after class and turned a blind eye to her initiative and smiling face. This lasted for two months, maybe my attitude exceeded her endurance limit. One day, when I came home from school, I found a letter in my schoolbag. Pale pink envelope with cartoon girl printed on it. My name is beautiful and dignified. The content of the letter is generally to know why my attitude is so unfriendly, which makes her very sad and helpless. At the end of the letter, she hoped that there would be a friendly relationship between us.

Sensitive and melancholy age, hedgehog likes me. When I read her letter, I felt a little warm unexpectedly. That night, I wrote back to her seriously, telling her that I hated her femininity, her crying, and her affectation ... The next day, when she went out, I stuffed it into her schoolbag and pretended that nothing had happened, but my heart was roaring with drums, no less than the * * * and excitement brought by my first love. Sure enough, the next day, she wrote back and made a serious explanation. In this way, we will turn our misunderstandings, feelings, melancholy and confusion that we are ashamed to express in words into words, share them together, solve them together, encourage each other, and make our lives feel lonely and inferior because our parents are not around. Students who know that we are communicating laugh at us. They are already sitting together and even writing letters. It's really sticky

In high school, we studied in different schools, exchanged learning materials through letters, encouraged each other and spent the black July together. When I was in college, I was dissatisfied with her neglecting her friends because of love, and wrote to scold her for putting color before her friends. She wrote to tell me that when we grow up and have our own life and growth, love will not affect our friendship. Her words made me realize my naivety and selfishness. Later she told me that my "crusade" letter made her cry all night.

We didn't stop correspondence until we graduated from college. Although I was a little at a loss about her initial initiative, I am grateful now that I think about it. Thank you for writing a "love letter" when we are full of affection and love, so that the years leave traces of youth. Thanks to her tolerance and generosity, our lives are more optimistic because of each other.

Many years later, Christine's "One Like Summer, One Like Autumn" accurately sang our story.

Rule 2: You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.

I didn't use my mobile phone before the college entrance examination that year. I don't know how you found my head teacher. Please tell me that the college entrance examination went well.

Mu Zi, this matter has been hidden in my heart for many years, warm and grateful.

For a long time, I have always insisted on calling you Mu Zi, in order to close the distance between us, so that we can be friends and talk about everything! There are always some constraints and discomforts between teachers and students.

I hate the way you stumble, or you are condescending.

In fact, you never put on airs as a teacher. It's just that compared with other students, you seem to be very strict with me. For example, if you ask questions in class and others can't answer them, I can't if you nod to let them sit down. I have to accompany you in two classes. And the scariest thing is that you ask me questions in every class, so that I was afraid to see you at that time, but strangely, I had a little expectation again.

My classmate asked me, is Mu Zi your relative? Always taking care of you like that.

My cheeks are a little red, Mu Zi. I really appreciate your kindness to me. Therefore, during that time, I tried my best to turn my back on politics in order to win more favorable feelings for your achievements, and only in this way can I repay you. Therefore, every time I take an exam, I get the highest score. Although my science can't improve my comprehensive score, I think you can see my efforts.

During that time, SARS was rampant. In order to improve my health, I will run around the playground several times every morning and meet you every time. I will laugh, naturally, without writhing.

I like that morning, being with you, the rising sun and the faint scent of grass.

I like to write poetry and wrote a whole hard-shell book. I will show it to you in the self-study class, hoping to get a little praise from you. I am proud to watch you read it carefully. I have advantages that I can attract you.

I want you to think mine is different.

That year, the hair reached the waist and was soft and flying. You said you like to sit quietly in front of the window and write poems. Is a girl in a teenager's dream.

Laugh, just like you said, I refused to drop countless love letters and countless young and affectionate eyes.

It's not that I don't like it. I just think they don't understand me and my poems.

I don't want to be a vase. I will attract the attention of the opposite sex with my beautiful appearance.

I just need one person to understand me. Know everything about me.

At that time, there was a senior pestering me, blocking me at the stairs every night after class, and then * * * said that he thought it was beautiful, so I seemed to be the focus of the whole school, and being laughed at by my classmates was a femme fatale. I didn't know how to deal with it when I was young. I was so scared that I ran away crying again and again.

You can see my predicament. Every day after school, you follow me to protect me until I get home at the corner. Night after night, I was panicked and at a loss. With your protection, I became at ease, and even hoped that every night would be like this, with you walking quietly behind me.

Senior may be afraid of your majesty, so he will stop harassing me. But you and I are used to it, just like this, walking quietly in tandem. No words, it belongs to the tacit understanding between you and me, a little warmth, spread all over the body.

However, after so many years, no one has made me feel so at ease.

Yes, your kindness to me is obvious to all. I know how many envious and hateful girls call me a fox behind my back, and what's more, I just laugh it off. Forget it.

Actually, only I know the reason why you always admire me.

You used to be a gifted scholar at Anshi Normal University, eager to have contacts like me.

At least, we understand each other.

That night, you seemed to drink too much, and you got so close to a female classmate that you almost forgot this was a classroom. A little jealousy crept into my heart, Mu Zi. Except that I'm good to me. You can't be so considerate to other girls. No way! No way!

I deliberately dropped the book on the desk, made a big fight, and then stared at you maliciously. Seeing your indifference, I finally broke out!

"Teacher, I'm going out for a while." When I passed by you, I deliberately cut my foot hard on your foot. Seeing your painful grin, I am proud to tell you that I will be back soon, so don't worry!

I bought an ice cream in a small shop outside, filled it one by one, and then went to my room with satisfaction.

You are half awake and still confused on the platform. But he kept looking at me as if he had something to say.

After school, the monitor told me that Miss Mu Zi wanted you to go to the office.

Some accidents, but reasonable.

Sit down opposite you, stubborn I don't speak, it seems that you are helpless, but kindly ask me, Hui, are you angry with the teacher? I answered in a strange tone. How dare I? I dare not. All right!

You smiled and said, son, you are still a child.

I was a little unconvinced and immediately retorted that although I was not yet eighteen, I was not naive enough to be a three-year-old child. Today, I'm upset. You just angered me!

It's naive to think about it now. I can talk to the teacher with confidence.

If only you had been born ten years earlier, I would have been born ten years later! Suddenly, that sentence, gently in the ear, slowly faint in the air, you seem to be talking to me, but also seems to be a person's whisper.

Mu Zi, you know I often say to you mischievously on weekdays: "You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. I hate being born at the wrong time, and I am good to you every day. Why don't I give you an answer? "

Mu Zi, forgive me for pretending to relax relentlessly. I said, well, it's really a pity, but I'll keep you in mind. Seeing your gentle sigh, the night is so cool.

That night, the power went out suddenly, and it was just you and me in the quiet office, and that dark night. You looked for me anxiously. Hui, don't be afraid. I'll take you out.

Carefully grabbed his skirts and walked out of the teaching building that looked a little scary because of the darkness.

You said, go home and go to bed early. Good night

Good night, overhead, a new moon, bright and bright.

Your face is really beautiful.

Later, I didn't live up to expectations, but I still let you down. The arts and sciences are seriously biased, and the results of the college entrance examination are terrible. Because of losing face, I avoided you and went to another middle school to continue my senior three.

I will call you once in a while.

I said, really, I can't go to a good university. I'm afraid of numbers and English. My only hobby, writing, can't save me. You have to forgive me, I really tried my best.

You comfort me, fool! You are the best.

I often write letters, and I show off my classical Chinese to you, which is even worse. I'm very proud. You only wrote back to me, saying that the years are quiet and good, and the children are virtuous and beautiful like water, which makes you fondle admiringly. I know it's really hard for you to reply to me as the head teacher of the graduating class. You are too busy to lose weight quickly.

There's nothing I can do.

The college entrance examination is coming soon. I don't have a mobile phone, so you can't find it naturally. You can only wait for me to contact you.

In those days, I didn't take the initiative to call you because of anxiety.

The day before the college entrance examination, my classmates and I went back to the hotel to prepare for tomorrow's exam. At this time, the head teacher found me and said, Hui, your former political teacher called me and asked me to tell you that the college entrance examination went well.

I really wanted to cry at that moment. How did you find my head teacher? Not in a school, it took a lot of effort! I'm sorry to bother you.

As I expected, I was admitted to an ordinary university of finance and economics, majoring in accounting. If I pass. I was disappointed in myself, but I never gave up writing.

University, everything is new.

I tell you, as before, different boys sent me roses and chocolates, which were sweet and fragrant.

You smile, you are young and beautiful, and you can't stop it.

I laughed, presumptuous, JASON ZHANG. Mu Zi, if only you were the one beside me!

Later you asked me, Hui, you had a hard time in high school for three years! Because I stayed at menstruation's house, I felt a little dependent on others, wronged and worried, and no one told me, so I tried my best to suppress myself. I was ill for a long time and had nowhere to put it. Mu Zi, you appeared in my life like a savior and spent a long time with me. Three years, because of you, there are more surprises and comforts. You are ashamed to say, Hui, forgive me for not doing anything for you. It's my fault.

Mu Zi, as a matter of fact, you have given me the best in your range.

Spiritual sustenance, so I am intact.

I should thank you. Really. What I've read all my life.

Write a short story about you and me with music, a pen, a pen in my ear:

I see the sky is blue, just like the warmth of you by my side.

There are too many regrets in life. The more people grow up, the more lonely they feel.

I really want to fly far away, not tired, to understand that the deeper I love, the more painful my heart is.

I just want to fly in my sky, I know you will be by my side.

The picture of memories records the language of love and will always be a long line in your hand.

Take my thoughts across the horizon, and your warm smiling face remains the same.

Memories, pictures, language, you said you wanted me to learn to be brave.

Cry red eyes occasionally, and you will definitely understand tears and try another perfection in my heart.

Mu Zi, the tacit understanding that once belonged to you and me can never be replaced by others.

You should be safe.

Rule 3: Thank you for waiting.

In this life, you and I will always be separated by a river; In this life, you and I can only remember each other.

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* * * A * * *

We were classmates when we first met you. You have your life and I have my dreams. Just for the heavy pressure of college entrance examination, we all gathered in the beautiful campus, studying day and night, just studying. You and I do not know each other. Our acquaintance began with the fate at the same table. Your silence, my struggle, is an excuse that we have always been out of place. Slowly, with the passage of time, we began to communicate slowly. When I first met you, I felt that your sureness, maturity, silence and low-key were beyond the reach of many boys.

Once, we talked about dreams, love and the future without scruple; Once upon a time, we pointed out the country together and scolded Fang Qiu together; We used to stick to it together in those days of suffering and aphasia. Those days when we struggled together have long been fixed in our memory. When one day the memories are still warm, those full and happy days are the smiles on our lips. Not clear, not urgent, not slow, just like this, under the washing of years, these memories are vividly on the paper.

Are our dreams too beautiful and fragile? We are unwilling, we don't give up, we choose to carry a jack and go back to that lifeless senior three. We embarked on a repetitive journey with each other. In this way, for our future, you and I lost each other's news. That year, we never met or contacted each other. We met at my birthday party when the year ended with its own rhythm. At that time, you and I changed a lot on the way to repeat the study for one year. We smiled at each other and ended the hurried meeting in excitement.

* * * Two * * *

That summer, we all entered the university of our choice in sadness. Because fate loves to joke, we love to stick to our dreams.

I don't know when we started to contact each other suddenly and frequently, whether by SMS, telephone or QQ. We began to talk about everything, and my heart was open to you. I tell you my feelings, my dreams, my life; You told me your secret love, your college life, and your growth story. We just breathe the air of the same city, and the distance between us is only the distance of a bus. But we are all running away, but our dependence on each other is getting deeper and deeper. Calling every few days seems to be each other's spiritual pillar. One day, you came to my campus and we walked together in the early winter years. We had a good time that day.

I thought we would be best friends, best friends forever. But in our more and more frequent communication, you told me that you liked me. This makes my years panic and my small city panic. April 28th forever, you tell me. That night, we interpreted the pulse of life with a youthful attitude.

* * * Three * * *

Your entry has gradually made me dependent and familiar. I spent a spring waiting for you. You used to hold my hand and take me to climb the mountain; You have accompanied me to visit the huge playground; You once took me through the maze of ghosts. Forgive my greed and selfishness for occupying your season. You are still silent, still so low-key and so indifferent. It seems that I can't find anything that can move you and make you exclaim. In our relationship this season, I thought I could help you slowly and join hands with you forever. However, I was wrong. I can't go on now. I don't know if it's my heart. It's just an inner strength calling me. I can't cheat, rely on or hurt you against my heart.

Thank you for waiting, and let me stick to it this season. Silent company will be a wonderful memory of my life.

The night is dim and I can't sleep tonight. Because of you, my story is like fireworks, falling at the most brilliant moment. You once said that if you can't help each other, you choose to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. Later, however, you found that forgetting the Jianghu was just a beautiful lie. People who have really experienced it will understand that being together and accompanying will always be a memory that can never disappear in this life. The ending that you and I don't want has become eternal in this life, and what you and I always want is only a momentary smile.

At the end of the song, I wonder if there are any warm words between my fingers that can accompany you and me in the sleepless nights. I wonder if the warm memory of yesterday is still lingering in our hearts and depressed? I wonder if the blue boat can carry your sadness and silence? I wonder if the spring water in my dream tonight is still the distance we can't cross?