When I first read this essay, I thought of a summer night in a foreign country: the grass with the smell of wet earth, the floral dress swaying with the dance steps, the saxophone floating by the oak forest, and the girl with a long French braid and a smile. It's a pity that I didn't think of such a movie after searching my heart. In this steaming summer, science and technology movies seem to reflect the metallic luster of anxiety, and philosophy movies are so heavy that people can hardly walk. A cool movie, shaved ice with blueberry sauce, seems to be the first choice. Between lightning and stone fire, I thought of it, which is different from its conventional name. Over the years, whenever I see mint, I always think of it vaguely, just like every time I think of it, I always think of the word cool. I hate sitcoms the most, and I'm not afraid of being called childish and vulgar this time. Yes, I want to write about the little things of first love.

The first time I saw this movie, I was 15 years old, in the hot summer, at my best friend's house. She strongly recommended the film, and I was repelled by the name. At that time, my favorite was the chivalrous man who traveled around the world with his sword. He played the flute until dawn, affectionate and heartless, and he could afford to put it down. What do you love about me, sentimental, thousands of times, how petty! Finally, I reluctantly agreed with her that "this movie is not what you think". 1 18 minutes later, with the ending song, the silence in the room declared her right. Shallow light shines into the room, casting a thin shadow on the furniture, and the cries of vendors downstairs are at arm's length. Two people who love to talk and laugh are silent, silent and silent. Their bodies are at 39 degrees north latitude, but their thoughts have drifted to Southeast Asia under palm trees.

A Liang, a senior full of vigor and vitality, is getting better and better, vaguely and strongly fond of it, warm and meticulous exploration, unspeakable secrets, and reunion after a long separation. I remembered the excerpt I wrote, "Like a gust of wind blowing over the water, causing countless ripples." Love has nothing to say, but love is everywhere. At that time, I didn't know what love was, but I couldn't help crying when I saw Num leafing through the album. I was excited and sad and didn't know what to do. But at that time, I was willful after all, and I firmly believed that I could get what I wanted. All along, the stars are holding the moon. How can someone I like not like me? So, what I felt at that time was just the feeling of an outsider. Although I am sad, I am calm and self-possessed. At that time, I didn't know this relationship, and I boasted that I was ignorant of the world and had extraordinary reason and openness.

It was four years after the second brush, college, winter, alone. I just lost someone I like. It is wrong to say that you lost. You will never get it completely, let alone lose it. This time, when I saw the lens of Num photo album again, there was no wave in my heart. On the contrary, by the pool, Num summoned up the courage to confess his love to his senior A Liang, which left me speechless. How nervous and excited you are, just a few words can change Num's voice and tone. /kloc-when I was 0/5 years old, I felt that this clumsy confession of tone sandhi made people feel embarrassed across the screen. When I watched it four years later, I was moved to tears. I don't know if these tears are for Num, for myself or for everyone.

At the age of fifteen, I don't understand that Xiao Shui will lose his mind and stumble into the water after failing to express his love. I think it's really exaggerated and untrue to lose a relationship that hasn't started yet. /kloc-when I was 0/9 years old, I clicked on the dialog box of the person I liked and found that he had changed to the portrait of a couple. Suddenly, my heart seemed to be hit hard and I had no strength at all. I choked back my grief in front of my friends, and my face was frozen with a smile. I sat in a chair with a tsunami in my heart, but I just sat quietly and wanted to cry with my friend, but my heart ached so much that I couldn't speak and shed tears.

That day, it should have been a good day to travel, but I stayed in bed all day. My friends have never seen me like this, and neither have I. I never seem to be tired before. But that day, I exhausted all my strength. I just feel tired, my heart is sour and painful, and I lie in bed, and I have no strength to get out of bed. Lying in bed, I thought of the little thing of "first love" in despair, and said with a wry smile that it was really like this to lose a person I like. The director didn't lie to me. Losing someone you like is not terrible. The terrible thing is that he once liked you. When we were young, we always liked to wrap our love in Chili peppers. We obviously like it so much, but we don't care, we suspect each other, and finally misunderstandings accumulate into cracks. The two men drifted away, heart ached and bitter as gooseberry.

Perhaps this is the love of youth, sincere, naive, sweet and bitter. Every time I think of him, I never complain, only sweet, grateful and faint regret, because my happiness is so real, touching and sincere. He taught me how to love and made me more exquisite and interesting. Unfortunately, when we all become better, the people who taught us to grow up at the beginning are no longer around. First love is like this, sweet as cloves and bitter as gooseberry. But how grateful I am to meet you that year. In the sun, on the playground, you and I are both eighteen.