I was amazed at the first sight of the boy's acceleration in the last lap of the 10,000-meter race. Seeing him goodbye, the boy gasped and shook his head in response to the concerns of his classmates. The smiling side face surprised the whole autumn. Just a quick glance reminds me of this warm and introverted teenager.

Inadvertent interruption made your name pop up on my screen. I was shocked and my roommate was once disgusted.

Chatting with you trembling, I realized that you are such an easy-going senior. Sometimes I wonder if I can meet you at a certain intersection one day, say hello and walk with you for a short distance. Or go a little further and accompany you a little further. It feels so strange that you can giggle for a long time just looking at you.

Later, I dared to say a lot of obscene words to you, probably because I knew I wouldn't be your type. But you are still a terrible senior. Sometimes when I talk to you, my face will turn red, but I still want to harass you. I think if I meet you in the future, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed to see you.

I only like you once. Yours is my fleeting glance, which aroused my love in an instant, and I, a timid person, peeped again and again and knew I should stop thinking. I dare not think about the forbidden fruit before autumn. You have subverted my cognition.

In that bizarre era, perhaps because of the colorful, many things became common, but the place where I grew up was only green mountains and green waters.

This passage is long, silly, boring, ridiculous and mean, but I just want to write it down with my eyelids in the middle of the night, because I'm afraid I still like you and I'm afraid I'll harass you later.

Thank you for your gentleness and tolerance for my previous harassment, and please forgive my last interruption.