I graduated in the summer of 1996. I was carrying a blue backpack and a snakeskin bag with quilts and clothes inside. I got on the bus home in the sensational music of the campus radio "Actually, I don't want to leave". I graduated, and I am 19 years old this year.

The sadness of parting surrounds everyone. I am the kind of person who talks less and is sensitive. I shed tears with my classmates and friends first. I tried to find you in the farewell crowd. I hope to see you one last time, but unfortunately, I didn't see you until the car started and started to leave. At that moment, I was a little sad, but not desperate. I am already grateful, because after all, you have given me good memories over the years.

1989 In the hot summer, my father sent me to a middle school more than ten miles away from home. Just after 13, another group of children from rural areas started boarding at school, bringing their own steamed rice and pickles. I don't feel bitter because all my classmates feel bitter.

There is an exception in our class, and that is you. Because your father is a school teacher, he can accompany his family, eat hot dishes, drink hot water and take a hot bath when he comes home from school every day. I don't know why, but I envied you very much at that time. I think your conditions are very good. You must be as happy as a proud princess every day.

You are a member of the Culture and Entertainment Committee of our class. You are beautiful, you have a good singing voice and good academic performance. At that time, I felt that God had taken care of you too much and gave you almost all the beautiful things, self-confidence, sunshine, health and beauty. As a teenager, I am slowly fascinated by you. I'm glad to see your back and hear your voice. I didn't know there was a kind of love called unrequited love at that time. Perhaps, it is the feeling of secretly liking and not being known.

At that time, your family had a stationery store. I always visit your home after school every day, because you like to eat at home. With your chubby face and dark hair, people can't help looking more.

At that time, I basically didn't have any money on me. A few dollars in pocket money a semester was enough. But I still often go to your grocery store to buy things, mostly within a dime, such as a pencil, an eraser, or a big blank sheet of paper. Pretend to have a serious discussion with your classmates every time you go. Even if it is a few thumbtacks, I will look at it for a long time. I didn't pay until I saw you come out. I ran to the classroom like an escape.

It's a pity that you and your father moved to another town after finishing the second grade. During that time, I was very lonely. Dear girl, you don't know that a rural teenager once liked you silently in my heart.

1993 After graduating from junior high school, I went to Macheng Normal School and majored in general education. Coming from the countryside, I especially cherish the opportunity to learn. I listen carefully and finish my homework every day. In my spare time, I am busy reading, practicing calligraphy and learning Mandarin. During that time, I was dull and happy.

1994 In the autumn, when I was in the second grade, the idea of making more friends began to sprout in my heart, but I didn't know where to start at the moment. I came to the school bulletin board and looked at the list of new students. I suddenly found your name from the list of 1000 people. I said to myself, exactly the same. Is it really you? Are you studying in this school, too? My heart is beating rapidly. Is this God's will?

According to the above class, I quickly took a buddy to the window of your class for fire reconnaissance. God, it's really you. You are much taller and your face is round. You look so cute. I thought I was the luckiest person in the world, and I was very happy at once.

Because it used to be unrequited love, of course, you can't suddenly confess now, which seems very presumptuous. You should eat meat bit by bit and gradually form a plan in your heart. Because I am opposite to your classroom, every time I go west and you go east after school, there is no possibility of meeting. That day, I deliberately dawdled to the end, walked to the west first floor and turned east to go upstairs. I saw you before I got to the second floor. You sisters went downstairs talking and laughing. When I look at you, you look at me almost at the same time. Let's begin this "encounter".

Almost every Sunday, I invite you out to play, such as table tennis, badminton and basketball. Later, when I was tired of playing ball games, I asked you to play literature, read books in the library and exchange diaries. During that time, I felt that I walked into your life and you walked into mine. But we didn't say it. Love is hard to say in our hearts. If we say it, we may not even be friends. We just want to know that we love each other.

I work hard to double my study. Take part in calligraphy training, especially Liu Ti writing, sketch painting and campus literature corner. I want you to know that although I am poor, I am also rich. With my pocket money, I rented a camera to take pictures of you, bought you a birthday present, and wrote some "literary works" from time to time for you to help me revise them. Little heart, you filled it up at that time. Two years have passed, and we love each other and encourage each other. Although we didn't hold hands and hug, it was enough.

After graduation, I returned to a junior high school in my hometown, worked in king of the children once, and went back to my hometown to help with farm work after the holiday. In the meantime, I wrote you a little, but it doesn't seem that much. A year later, you also graduated and returned to teach in a primary school in our town. You came to see me several times, but I didn't take it seriously. I always thought that as long as I was in my heart, we would be together sooner or later. We also promised each other that we would work hard for a few years after graduation and then consider other things. But soon, I heard that you were talking about friends. My boyfriend drives a taxi. I don't believe it. I wrote to ask you, but you didn't give up.

My heart is very uncomfortable, my ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny. The ideal can't reach the secular after all. Anyway, I gradually ignored you and a deep relationship. The emotional river of those two teenagers seems to have dried up in the world.

Later, I received a letter from you, only one page, and it was still so beautiful in pen and ink. I understand. We broke up from then on.

However, I have no regrets. I still thank you in my heart. In those hard days, you gave me infinite warmth and comfort, and let me see the most beautiful kindness in the world.

This breakup didn't hit me. On the contrary, it made me understand that some people are worth cherishing all my life. If you miss it, let others go and let yourself go. Breaking up also means starting over.

Later, I also met a beautiful and kind girl. We run a love nest together, get married and have children, and live a happy and beautiful life. I still think of you occasionally, and I don't know if you are doing well.

Through the fragrance of every flower and the beautiful image of every white cloud, I still want to tell you, thank you for giving me an unforgettable scenery when I was young and ignorant.