That was when I 14 years old. One sunny afternoon, all the students moved stools to the school playground for a meeting. I was just a bean sprout in the second grade, thin and short, dragging a heavy stool in the crowded corridor. I don't know who pushed me. The one with unstable center of gravity fell down the stairs. Bloody? Heroes save the United States? When I reviewed the play, he gave it to me in time. Reflecting the sunset in the west, the radiant light hit him, and his mouth rose and he said a word of concern? It's okay, it's okay. In this way, the boy wearing a white T-shirt suddenly broke into my heart, and that smile has fascinated me so far, clean, pure and warm.
It was not until I dreamed for several nights that I realized that I was the seed of love. Falling in love with someone because of a smile is inexplicable, but love is so unreasonable. He is not tall, handsome or ordinary, but he is the warmest and dazzling male god in my heart. Stupid like this, it will be five or six years in a flash. In these youthful years, no matter how sad and difficult things I encounter, as long as I think of this smile, I have the strength to rekindle my love for life.
Yes, I am timid. I have been a classmate for six years, but I dare not confess. After I went to college, I parted ways. Over the years, I can't remember his face clearly, but his name and that smile are deeply imprinted in my mind. This is a little secret that belongs only to me.