What is it like to be in love?

Early love, with the pressure of studying, the danger of being discovered by teachers and parents at any time, and, most importantly, the beauty of falling in love for the first time, is a very happy taste.

I remember that we were all in junior high school, and only a very small number of classmates had early love, and it was rare, and we couldn't see a few couples until high school. In the face of their love, they are also shy to face it, and the two are afraid of others seeing them when they walk together, and they are afraid of even holding hands. In ignorant love, there is only a simple you who are good to me, I am good to you, there is no interest relationship, go to school together, go to school together, study together, struggle together, and feel that there is only one other person in the world.

There will be sweetness in my heart, there will be concern, there will be shyness, there will be heartache, and the first time I feel the taste of love, it will be unforgettable for life.

I remember that I was still in my first year of high school at that time, and at that time falling in love was like a secret, except for the best friends around me, I couldn't let anyone else, especially teachers and parents, know, at that time, with my favorite girlfriend, I couldn't be too intimate when I walked outside, and the scale was grasped in good friends, and even holding hands that seems very simple and simple now is a luxury. At that time, especially in high school with a "dignified" learning atmosphere, early love was more like an underground romance, and the teachers and parents were fighting the fiercest.

I remember when I was 16 years old, I had my first boyfriend at school, and there was a boy in our class at that time, who gave me 99 hand-folded paper cranes every day, and took you and me to the cafeteria every day to eat. Later, my classmates said that I told the truth about my early love, and the teacher told the parents that we broke up, so I think early love should be a bitter taste.

I remember that my early love was after the high school entrance examination, with a boy in the next class, at that time I didn't understand, so I went out to eat with my classmates, and a large group of people went out for a walk. At most, hold hands haha, and then go to high school, the two are far away, meet every week when they go home, once he played at my house, was seen by my mother, my mother didn't say anything, I went back to school, the next time I went home, my dad told me a lot from the side about a lot of bad early love, in fact, I was quite lucky, my parents did not get angry because of early love, but told me a lot of truth, I didn't understand at that time, so I broke up.

It feels hazy, at that time I felt that holding hands was very sweet, very simple love taste, don't worry about the future, I just feel that I want to be good to a person, that taste is really beautiful.

At that time, when I thought about it, it was really green, and now I think about it, many things I did at that time were completely nonsensical, such as getting up very early in the morning, coming to the door of my first love's house, bringing breakfast, and then going to school with her, it was good to say in the summer, and in the winter, I don't know how to have so much perseverance, and I persevered for three years.

I read it again and again and seriously digressed (covering my face).

The family began to instill the idea that when they grew up, they must not marry far away, and said that it is very inconvenient to marry far away, and they can go out to have a career, but they must not marry far away. And the family is not against early love, as long as you fall in love in junior high school and high school, there is nothing wrong with falling in love without affecting your grades, and the family does not prevent it, but you can't do too much. Then I also said that I just felt that it was normal to have my own little secrets, and my family would not go through my chat history again.

It's equivalent to Duoduo's father, autistic.

It seems to be off topic (covering his face) Then let's continue to digress, the following is the scene of complaining.

I remember when I was 10 years old, I told my family that there was a male classmate in my class who was very handsome and good-looking. As a result, when I talk about it in the next few years, I will definitely be mentioned: "What about the little boy?" You add his friend Mula, do you know if you live in **?

Don't you like "autism, autism."

As soon as I go out, my dear mother will definitely ask, "Male or sister?" ”

A mobile phone chat must be "talk to Wo Gu to be dripping, don't you really talk about love".

As a result, your dear daughter is now afraid to be with you, and she will never dare to play with her mobile phone and be autistic. In the end, he was questioned for staying together and not playing with his mobile phone much. Autistic, autistic in situ.

I don't want to fall in love anymore, I'm autistic, I'm autistic.

At that time, early love was not advocated, and I felt that it would affect my own learning, but when I got along, I unconsciously cared about each other, wasn't it puppy love, was it only love when we were together? Young love is innocent, they like each other, they don't ask for anything in return, they just feel that the sunshine was just right that year.

When it's very cold in winter, she basically won't ride a bicycle to school, because I ride a bicycle to take her, after all, the relationship is very young, she naturally won't put her arms around my waist or anything, she will only gently pull the corners of my clothes with her hands, and I don't know how I have so much strength, with her, riding a long way but not feeling tired at all.

I remember when I was 13 years old, when I was in junior high school, the boys in the class who belonged to the type that many girls liked liked me, and others thought we were together, so it was natural, the two of us were together that is, chatting, studying problems together, we both ran for class president together, and we succeeded, I still remember one time, I was not very good at math, and the paper with a full score of 120 only scored more than 80 points, I cried on the table, only he came to comfort me, the last school exam math scored 116 points, he scored 119 points, He was third in the whole school year, and I was fourth, and the two of us were at the front and back tables for the exam, which was good