The youth we just had.

16' s essay recorded my days when I was young.

The sun shines through the curtains, the wallpaper full of roses is folded into a fine luster, and the lemon yellow sheets exude a fragrant vanilla flavor. I want to tell you a sad story in such a bright and warm room.

Have you ever met a beautiful young man with star-like eyes? When he smiles, his eyebrows are curved and his spring scenery is infinite. When I like him, he is kind, simple, sensitive, fragile, warm and beautiful. He always thought he could grow old with his eyes closed. Do you believe in an eye god who is more affectionate than love at first sight? I don't believe it either, but I really believe it.

I remember your tenderness, your kindness, your back and your smile. Do you think it is accidental to meet me on the way to class? Do you think it is accidental to see me on the playground? Do you think it was accidental to see me on the way to the supermarket? Don't be silly. This is all intentional.

When I first met him on the bus, there were many people. He is a very ordinary handsome boy with a schoolbag on his back. He glanced bored and wanted to put on his headphones and continue listening to music. It was the second that his eyes stopped. He gave me a side face with a shallow smile on his mouth. This is a stranger's mind, but the name xx appears. Intuitively, it was a name he had never met but often heard, so it was printed in his heart.

He is in my sister's class, and then I always look for various reasons to find her.

In fact, as we all know, the original intention of an alcoholic is not to drink into his class. I never look at him. It is enough to feel his environment. Just as I like sunshine, I can't keep alive in a dark room. I like many things. Everyone knows that I like him, so every time he appears, someone will tell me that although I don't talk, I can look at him from a distance. I can enjoy it for a long time. I've met him several times and want to talk to him. It's just that he came from. Fortunately, I am smart enough to figure out when he comes out of the dormitory every day and how long he will pass by my building after school. Every day I calculate the time to wait for him downstairs. When he came, I walked away as if nothing had happened. Every night after school, I deliberately wait for him and then walk slowly behind him until I enter the dormitory, and he also walks far away.

Looking at him silently, watching his dribs and drabs every day is probably like it, but I will miss it if I don't see it, and I will feel at ease if I see it.

Wandering into his class again, his friend said you were looking for him, right? He became red in an instant without face, and quickly denied that it was not me. I said, how do you know that I didn't mention his name and I didn't meet him in his class? His friend said I could see it in your eyes. I said, for the sake of my previous class, don't tell him until he nodded and promised me.

It was not until a long time later that he brought someone else to my building to find someone. It happened that the boy in my next class blew a whistle and winked at me. He said it was your male god. I paused and said no, he didn't look at me with that abusive look. I said I always knew. I just reacted. The boy who promised not to tell everyone knew that there was a registration form on his desk, and I remembered his mobile phone number at a glance.

On his birthday, I counted the lighters made for him every day and engraved his name. No matter who makes him like smoking, he will be found laughing every time. I can't. I'm so stupid. But the heavy snow closed the road and the express delivery was late. As a result, he walked around with a lighter given to him by others and the same gift. I'm still the embarrassed me I gave him later. I really booked his first birthday in advance. I made a mess, too. I want to stay up late and say happy birthday to him. I just missed the last one. A few minutes later, he fell asleep. He doesn't like space, so he didn't send him a message. I sent him a long message in the morning and waited for a day with my mobile phone. He didn't return his anger. I ran to his class and questioned him. He was puzzled and said that his mobile phone might be turned off. When I didn't receive it, I showed him a screenshot. He said that he was moved to death.

On his birthday, it was snowing, and his sisters went out to shoot the snow scene. They happened to meet him when he went to the supermarket. My sisters knew what I was thinking, so they dragged me to the street lamp with him. He is really beautiful. Because he had never touched them, he was embarrassed to wait for them outside the door. He took a few steps and said, "Drink milk tea." I bought you one, too. He doesn't know what I'm happy about, but he remembers me. Even if I bought it conveniently out of face, I am happy. This boy is very clever and can do things. Anyway, the boy I like is different from others. It was very cold in those days when it snowed. Others saw him in class and gave him a cushion without buying it. Later, I didn't ask where the cushion was. I'm afraid I don't want to hear it.

As soon as I get off work, I will look for him everywhere. At night, I will go back to work with my classmates to get things. I'll still look for him or stop by to talk to him. He is neither salty nor light. Well, I think he hated me and liked him at that time.

On Christmas Eve, I only prepared gifts and blessings for the boy I like. He said that he had asked for leave in the Internet cafe. I said the gift has been prepared for two days. He said, well, I'll go after your lunch break. Anyway, I am very happy that he can go back to school from the Internet cafe.

My classmate plays basketball with him. I asked my classmate to take some photos for him. My classmates joked that I would change my meals for a week, and I agreed without hesitation. Then my classmate looked at me with that incredible look and said, do you really recognize the value? Yes, I really want to. I know everything about him.

He hasn't studied aviation in school for a long time. Fortunately, I keep a diary and write a sentence about him every day, and then unfold it in the form of photos to make a handmade photo album. I have a picture of him. Every page is designed by myself. I learned a lesson myself. I haven't finished writing a page yet. It took me several days to finish it. The boys in my class meant it when they saw it. If I am moved, I will curl my lips and say that my male god should pay attention of course.

Some people have nothing to do with each other for several years. Some people just need to look at it and know that it is the person they are looking for. It happens that he is the second kind.

The reason why I didn't tell him that I like him is because I know he is not the kind of grandiose boy. I want to know more about him. It's time to talk, but he hasn't been to school. Finally, he couldn't help but confess. The diary he wrote from the day he met me was all about him, as well as the handmade photo albums he made for him. I said that even if you refused, he would not return my message after reading these things for several days. My sister persuaded me that he was too shy. Don't push him. Give him some time. I agree that I will wait for such a shy boy.

He is in KTV, and I am playing outside. I said, I'll find you. He came downstairs to meet me. I haven't seen him for a long time. He is still so handsome. He asked me if I could sing. I said I could ask him to sing this song in the name of a friend. He said it would be nice if you went there. His friends all made fun of me. I made a big face and ran around him, asking him to sing me some songs. I just watched him find my favorite song. I really wish time would stop. He said there was no such song, and I said it would be the secret of heaven in winter. If I say I really love you, who will clean up this ruined friendship? I asked him if he had seen the lyrics. He nodded and said yes. Hum, I clearly saw that his face was red. His friend coaxed me into drinking. I kept looking at him and said nothing. I want to see his attitude. He said stop. She didn't drink. His buddy said it was embarrassing. I told him that I had just finished eating. I really can't drink. He put the bottle in my hand on the table and said she couldn't drink it. At that time, I thought he was

I asked him if he was particularly busy these days. He shook his head and said it was nothing. I said, have you finished reading the diary? I will never forget his expression at that time. I don't know, it's a charming and lovely feeling. He smiled, bit his lip, nodded and said he was finished.

I was very restless at that time. I said, why didn't you reply to my message after reading it? I'm worried about him because of his tangled face. I know he won't say anything hurtful. I said, what do you think? I said, I just don't know where to go after graduation. I told him that I might go to Sanya. When he finished, I stared at him without saying a word. In fact, I really want to hug him and cry. But he is so shy, how can I make it difficult for him to hide his inner loss with wine? His buddy saw me put the bottle on the table as soon as he came in. He thinks I have a good capacity for drinking. He made me drink more. I shook my head and ran to the bathroom. He followed me and asked me if I threw up. He frowned and said with a concerned expression that he wouldn't let you drink. Are you all right now? I'm afraid he will leave me alone for a while. I couldn't help crying in my arms. I don't want him to see my embarrassment, but I want him to care more about me. I can't even look at him and turn my head away from talking to him. There was still unfinished wine on the table at that time. He picked it up, and I paused and said it was mine. He said I knew I was afraid he wouldn't understand, but stressed that it was my drink. He said it's okay. I don't know whether he took it by mistake on purpose or by accident. Anyway, I couldn't help holding back my tears that day.

? I didn't hold back my tears when I got home. I told him that I felt sick. He said I wouldn't let you drink it, but you prefer it. He doesn't know that physical discomfort is far worse than mental discomfort. Only I know best how difficult it is to love someone.

The next day I asked him if he was afraid that the university would not be together. He said yes, and he didn't know what to do in the future. I said that cities like yours may be together in the future. He said he didn't reject me directly, but he didn't give me many opportunities. Later, his buddy said that as long as everyone who knew him knew that you liked him, I smiled heartlessly and asked him why a girl didn't like him and wouldn't go to KTV with him in the middle of the night.

I don't think it's shameful to say that I like someone. If I had to choose again, I would still tell you that there are so many boys in school that I like him. I only like him and am willing to do everything for him. It's fate. I don't have to hide anything.

I like it, that is, walking slowly with him on a long road, feeling the wind blowing all the time to me, feeling the same sunshine, even if my feet are worn out and my knees hurt, I am happy.

I have seen his signature, and every sentence is followed by the abbreviation of a girl's name. I am not jealous of his past. I'm just sad. He is not the only one who has deep feelings when facing me. He has never helped me. Even if I can't walk all my life without his cooperation, I still walked alone for a long time. Actually, I don't know how long it will take. I just want to tell him that you can't miss me when I still like it.

He is rational, mature and has his own ideas. He can study hard and love to play for the future, but he is shy when talking to people who like him. He is my expectation and contradictory dream. He wants to drink, but he is afraid of getting drunk.

I didn't get a glimpse until I made up the exam for eighteen martial arts in the same subject. I don't know if he racked his brains to do the problem like me and sent him a text message with the camera on like a thief. As long as he didn't fail in the exam, I was willing to fill in his information, but he asked for leave again. It is said that he let others take the exam, which means that it is useless for me to pester the director to give him money to get the information questions.

For him, I also went to the aviation school for an interview, and I was very happy to show him the admission notice. He said that would be great. He thinks I like aviation, too. In fact, this major was not in my plan from beginning to end. I just want to have sex with him. Just the same language. What do you think of him? Then hug me. There is a girl in my dormitory who speaks ill of him. I have to slap her in the face. I'm shaking all over. I told him that I should never talk to that girl again. I said you were bored with me. No, he said he didn't know that we didn't have much contact and didn't know each other. He is the kind of person who knows well. How come he won't say anything to please me and get along with such people? stable

Valentine's Day happens to be the 99th day that I like him. I want him to accompany me, but he has to take an art test. I said you have a red envelope. He said he would give it to you later. He said to hang up on me if he didn't hang up. Seriously, I gotta go. He said, then why don't you ask me for a red envelope? He said he would give it to you if you wanted it. You can have it if you want. There is always the illusion of being spoiled by him, but it is always an illusion.

I said I wanted to buy roses, and he said yes. Anyway, I'll give you a red envelope later. It's like a husband telling his wife that he likes to spend money on it. You can't laugh when you think about it. He stopped for a few minutes and said that you had no money in your red envelope. I said you wanted to hang up on me. He took a screenshot to show me his account balance. I said I would buy back the school first, and you would reimburse me. He said I really don't want it to be useless. I froze for a long time and asked him angrily, do you think I bought you roses? I can assure you, if he is in front of me, I will beat him up. I said I want you to reimburse me because you bought it for me in disguise. He said I misunderstood and immediately sent me a red envelope. Indeed, his balance is insufficient. Maybe he paid with his own bank card, or he asked for it for someone else. Anyway, when I explained that I wanted roses, he gave them to me.

Do you know there really is a person in this world? As long as I think of him, his heart will be full of flowers? I want to sleep in a double bed and turn on a small light at night. I want to kiss him on your foot. I want to nest on the sofa with him and watch TV. Even if I can't cook, I will learn breakfast slowly. There will be pure milk to weigh together and go home together. I also want him to be inseparable from me.

What I miss most is that he dare not disturb him. At least I have a pair of eyes that will turn red because I miss him I want to get up and give a good morning kiss. I want to be held by him, and my neck is sore. I want to stay with him all the time, but distance is the farthest thing. I am willing to wait.

I thought my tenderness could give him the whole universe. I thought he would laugh like he did at first. I thought we should have been together for so long after so many entanglements, but it seems that we can't go back. I think as long as he is a little nicer to me, I can enlarge this countless times and then erase all the previous unpleasantness. Continue to like him or like him more is such a promise.

Sunlight and night are his silent and vacant side faces. Look at his eyebrows like a thousand waters, Qian Shan is beautiful for him.

When I was an adult, I gave him my wish, went to college with him, and stayed together all the time, but I haven't seen him for years.

I have done everything I can for him to get close to him, get to know him and give him all the good things he needs. I want to be with him, even if he is poor, I will be his last luggage.

I like it, but I like it, but I don't like it. He doesn't like me after all, even if I wait for him to be eighteen to eighty, even if I say I like you in tears, even if you become like you, but he has no feelings for me at all, even if I take a hundred bullets for him in my life, it's no use.

I like him walking in the street best, constantly looking back to see if there is him. Sitting in the car, breathing into the window, writing his name, even sleeping in bed, his face is all over the ceiling. When I like him best, I dream about him more than seven times a week. If someone has been waiting for you for six years or half a year, please don't choose to reject the fate in this world so rashly. It is not as cheap as air. No one can wait for someone alone easily without asking for anything in return, even if there is no happy result, it once warmed a cold heart.

I like a person very much. When I see his figure, my heart beats. When I get close to him, I will be so shy that I don't know where he has been for two days. I look forward to going to school every day. The biggest reason is that I pretend to meet him downstairs every day, see him everywhere in the place where I eat, and sometimes even take pictures of him, whether front or back, as long as he is not there, I can fall asleep with my mobile phone over and over again. I will worry about whether he is dressed in another city, but I never dare to disturb him.

After knowing him, everything I did was to get close to him, regardless of the result, because it was him, so I did it. I call it youth. I want to hear him talk about the interesting things that happen every day, and the delicious food he eats becomes the first person he wants to share. He wants to accompany him with heroic elegies and tell the glory and ups and downs of his life.

As long as he is willing to tell his mother about him, and when he has had enough fun and wants to settle down, he will marry him. He was tired when he loved him all his life, but I never thought of giving up, thinking that he would always be moved, but I forgot that someone in my heart would never be moved.

I know everything about him, including the person I like. I kept avoiding him until I finally saw him say, "As long as she loses face, it's nothing." At that time, I realized that I thought that sensational waiting was just a joke that made me want to stop. I should have been awake so long. I almost forgot how I liked him at that time. All I know is that I spent all my strength on liking him, and it ended in vain.

Later, I heard that he had a lover. From then on, my hero fought for another girl, and blood was spilled everywhere. I thought he was cold, but in fact he was very caring for others. The only special note was cancelled, our only group was changed, and the only boy we liked was changed. No one asked her the ending of the story. She didn't speak, just smiled and squatted down and cried, saying that the world is so big, but I don't have him anymore.

What's it like to give up someone you like for a long time? It's like burning down a house that has lived for a long time. It contains all the memories. Look at those ruins and dusty despair and you will know that it is home, but you can't go back. I know I dreamed of him. He ran back in the sun and took my hand with a smile. I am so happy that I dare not move in bed, for fear that I will forget this feeling, because I know I will never feel this way again in my life.

I think he wants to cry. I want to tell the world that I don't have him anymore. He is no longer my superhero, but he clearly told me that it is not suitable for dating now. He clearly knows that I study hard just to go to college with him. He knows very well how hard I have worked for him. I begged him to take me to eat a lot of delicious food when he was admitted to the place he wanted to go. He even assured me.

But I forgot that love can't be touched by one person. Be true to your feelings, two of a kind.

Before I met him, I imagined what love was like. I didn't know what love was until I met him. Maybe one day, I will tell others our story with a smile, and then until someone asks me a question, I think I will answer calmly, or I will choke up. Later, we were not together.

? I always dream that he goes to the movies with her. He has a new girlfriend, and I won't cry and raise a glass to him. I will also bless him with tears. I don't think I will like anyone else anymore. In fact, I want him to be happy more than anyone else. I just think his future happiness is not because I will still be sad. Maybe I will like another person in the future, just like I liked him at the beginning. Maybe I'll never meet anyone who can make me feel my heartbeat except him.

Finally, I can only bury him in my heart and like him until I feel that he belongs to someone else, and I will cry. If I had hidden that passionate love, I could watch movies, drink and swear with him like an ordinary friend now, and then go back and forth for a lifetime like this. But at first, this love came like a scourge, and I fell in love before I had time to think about it.

I know that when youth passes away, many things will be unrecognizable, so I will cherish it more. Maybe he will be the biggest regret in my life, but I have always thanked him for accompanying my youth.

Give me an invitation when you get married. I have seen all your faces, happy, sad and gentle, and I want to finally meet you who doesn't belong to me.

After a long time, we are still not friends. Maybe I can't walk when he is old. Tell him with a smile and a wrinkled face that you think I like you all my life.

Only those nostalgic feelings will eventually be diluted by time. Now I hope you and I are safe.