When I was in Seeds of Love,

This is the story of my childhood, when I was in junior high school, and "Seeds of Love".

This is the story of me and our monitor. I remember the first time I met her, she sat diagonally opposite me. She is plain and I am ordinary, but I don't know why, she is always good to me. There are 10 girls in our class. The monitor often brings other girls to tease me. I blush easily, so she just stared at me and watched my face turn red. She seems very happy.

I was deeply impressed. Our class evaluated outstanding students, and the monitor recommended me first. My name first appeared on the podium. I am very happy, and I am also very happy. I am especially grateful to my monitor, who is also the girl I have been pursuing hard but failed to catch up with.

I have too many stories with him, but I still regret why I didn't understand and accept her hints at that time.

At that time, I was the darling of our class. My teacher took care of me and my classmates were very friendly to me, because I didn't care about anything and didn't interfere. I am happy every day, but I have a bad temper. Don't mess with me, even if you can't beat me, I will bite.

But my monitor still takes care of me and helps me with everything. The students booed, and the legend of me and her was still circulating on Baidu Post Bar.

Looking back, I am ignorant, ignorant, helpless and regretful. But it's still a part of my memory. When I was in junior high school, I still felt particularly long and full.

I was 12 years old when I was in the preparatory class, and I just entered junior high school. At that time, my heart was full of primary school fears. I am afraid of teachers, classmates and everything. I don't study well. I think the teacher will be partial and my classmates will laugh at me. I don't have any friends. My junior high school classmates chat in twos and threes. I lay on my desk and watched them talk quietly. I envy them. I wish I could talk, chat and mingle with them like them. But still afraid, still afraid.

When the teacher stepped into the door, the students' voices gradually quieted down. I began to introduce myself on a business trip and saw the monitor. She is shy, but she is still bold. Later, the teacher asked me to choose my own class cadres. I was timid and didn't fight for anything. However, the monitor stood up and wanted to be the monitor. He is shy, but he is still brave.

I looked at her and thought she was a beautiful girl, bold, curious and shy.

The days passed day by day. My classmates and I are getting to know each other, but the monitor likes to visit me every day. I feel dependent on being taken care of. She likes to poke my face, watch my face turn red slowly, and then invite other girls to watch me blush. I am happy in my heart, because I have started to have people who like me and are willing to play with me.

"Do you want to eat?" The monitor raised his snack and asked me.

"good!" I gave birth to a hand

"Come here!"

I silly obedient, stood up and walked to the monitor. The monitor took out the snacks from the snack bag, and suddenly his hand reached my mouth and the snacks were fed to my mouth.

I am slow, ignorant and at a loss. The monitor ran away with a smile.

She loved to hold my arm for a while and wouldn't let me do my homework, but I was not bored, but very happy, but I didn't know what I should do, but I could feel her warmth.

Then I was stupid, too. One day, he took my right arm and looked at me quietly. I want to do my homework that day. I said to her, "Do you want to change your arm and let my right hand do my homework?" She left and never hugged my arm again.

Later, I said to me in the back seat, "Are you stupid? If someone wants to hug you, let her hug you and change her arm. "

I missed a lot. I remember one winter vacation, she called me and asked me, "Do you want to go to New Oriental to learn English together?" I hated English at that time and flatly refused. Now that I think about it, I was really stupid, so stupid that I didn't even go to other people's invitations. This is not a class! That's settled!

Regret medicine really, I took too much, because more than once, I was regretting.

Later, in the second day of junior high school, our relationship began to crack. From the second day of junior high school, she suddenly ignored me and stopped looking for me to play. She looks at me from her seat after class every day. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say a word. So she looked at me straight and waited for a while. My heart belongs to Mao Mao. To be honest, I don't understand why I suddenly started to ignore me.

Later, I had a nervous breakdown. That year, I often quarreled with my classmates, and my academic performance plummeted. I'm possessed. I may not have untied this knot yet.

The third grade began to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination, and the study pressure began to increase. However, my relationship with her has not eased, and junior high school is coming to an end. She came to me and asked me, "Can I enroll in a technical secondary school with him?" I shook my head and refused. I want to take a successful road, and I will come to you again, but I regret it later. No success can compare with distance and time.

Finally, I remember I was in a corner with her and she hugged me, but I don't know why. At that time, I was stupid and didn't hug her. Time passed little by little, and she let me go and left me.

I can still vaguely hear her cheering for me on the playground, driving away those classmates who bullied me in class, saying good things about me in front of the teacher and helping her copy cheat sheets during the exam. ...

Time is like water, I can't catch it, and it will pass eventually. When I was in technical secondary school, I would visit her on her birthday, and she began to have a boyfriend, but she was always in my heart. I looked for her, but she didn't know me anymore and chose to forget me, but I still can't forget it.

After graduating from technical secondary school, I really put her down and made her a passer-by in my life.