Because, first love is our first experience in The Seeds of Love, and it is our unforgettable emotional memory. This is an indelible mark on the mind forever.

My first love is still unforgettable. I have known that girl since I was a child. Our parents are both employees of the third line of national defense. Our brothers are still classmates. When I was a child, my parents came to visit me during the Spring Festival, and we always played together. But we are not in the same class from kindergarten to junior high school. We really began to like each other when we were in the same class in Grade One. At that time, I was an "alternative" in the eyes of the teachers in my class. I belong to that kind of professional amateur. I play in my spare time except during class. Break dancing and playing football are basically my whole life after school. However, my grades are surprisingly good, perhaps because of my high efficiency in class.

At that time, the ranking of schools was based on grades. My grades always make me sit in the first row of the classroom. My childhood sweetheart, the quiet girl, doesn't know why she studies so badly. Always in the last row. Because we are classmates, we have been familiar with each other since childhood, and only live in the next building. We started going to and from school together every day. I don't know when I got used to waiting for her at her door in the morning. Finish early at night and wait for her at the school gate. After several months like this, I think she is attracting me more and more. I know she feels the same way about me, because sometimes I go to school late and she will wait for me at her intersection.

Finally, a snowy night. I took advantage of the night to say that she was not wearing gloves and pretended to have the courage to put my hand into my cotton gloves. My palms were sweaty all the way. So is she. We fell in love tacitly. I even let the teacher sit at the same table with her in the last row, euphemistically calling it helping her study.

That girl is very, very quiet and does not like to talk. My side is foaming at the mouth to give her a lecture, and her side is just responding. Never like to talk much. She never cared how her classmates coaxed us into our relationship. The thunder cannot move. Follow me to school every day. So it took us a year. When the second year of high school started, she suddenly dragged me to the railway bridge on the way out of school, crying and telling me that she was leaving to be a soldier. Her parents said that they were worried that her grades would not be admitted to any university in the future. I happen to have connections at home, so I can be a signalman in a military school. I was heartbroken at that time, so I boldly went to her house and begged her parents to let her continue studying, so that I could tutor her. If she failed the exam, I could accompany her to repeat it. The end result was that my father came to take me home and beat me up.

From that day on, I cancelled all extracurricular activities and accompanied her to study every day. I know I can't stop her from leaving. But I remembered the name of the military school where she was going to be a soldier.

Two months later, I sent her away in tears. She didn't come back to visit her relatives until I graduated from senior three. Instead, I saw some photos of her military uniform when I visited her home during the Spring Festival. Matured a lot.

When I was in college, there was no doubt that I was going to apply for her military school. However, in the early 1990s, the treatment of the troops was not as good as it is now. My father served in the military for 37 years, which shattered my hopes. Father doesn't want another green uniform in my house. Words rejected me, and after consulting with the teacher, I decided my wish.

After four years in college, I can't contact that girl anymore. I went to her house to ask, and my uncle and aunt always said that the troops were in strict control and there was no way to contact. She always happens to stagger my winter and summer vacations when she goes to her relatives' house.

When I saw her again, it was already the Spring Festival two years after I graduated from college. She is newly married in my heart. I know she also obeyed her parents' arrangement. Standing on the railway bridge, watching the still quiet figure behind her husband from a distance. I was in tears. I remember I left home on the third day of the Spring Festival and went back to work alone. . .

I haven't seen her for so many years. Occasionally, I will learn about her recent situation from my eldest brother who still lives in my hometown. I know she is divorced and unhappy. But I also have family connections.

In 20 19, I dealt with the problem of my parents' old house and returned to the national defense third-line factory in the ravine. Every time I pass by her door, I can't help but stop and watch for a few years. Although I know that her whole family has moved away, those memories have been lingering in my mind.

First love is green, sweet, unforgettable and irreplaceable.