、! "Unrequited love is a kind of happy loneliness. Through melody. L/ Every Christmas, New Year's Day, Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, he sends blessings to his old classmates. Although I can tell at a glance that it is the kind of hair, I will still exist one by one, even if it is full, I will not be willing to delete it. His code has long been deleted, but you can still recognize who the number 1 1 stands for at a glance. However, I will never have the courage to take the initiative to say "hello, hello" to him. Later, I heard that he went to school, but I found his name, but I was afraid to open it for fear of leaving traces of my visit on his page. Borrowed a friend's and added him as a friend. After reading all his signatures, journals and photos, I dare not leave a word. My best friend laughed at my cowardice, and I just laughed. No one knows my story with him. It's my deepest secret. All my courage disappeared after I sent him "I like you" that year. He is a very polite person and has never sent him back and forth. That time, he didn't say anything and has been silent until now. For love, I quietly avoided it. What I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings. Actually, I don't really like him, do I? Obviously, I can eat and sleep without him. I don't have any adverse reactions if I don't miss him, but I feel particularly uncomfortable when I mention him. When talking to a friend, as soon as the corner of his eye appears, he either deliberately speaks loudly or suddenly becomes silent. When I collect my exercise books, I will deliberately open his books, read his homework and read his handwriting. Didn't you say the word is as it is called? His handwriting is very elegant and confident, some of which are not written by people of our age. I'm particularly curious. I deliberately chatted with his deskmate, chatted with his neighbors, and learned everything about him by innuendo. Even I found that he didn't speak until he was two years old ... Later, I became more and more interested in him, and my eyes would secretly follow him and I would deliberately go to places where he might pass. In case it happens, go up and say, "What a coincidence, why don't we go together? "I can't help laughing at the thought of such a scene. If he says he likes me, I will definitely say yes. It takes courage and luck to love someone. By Xiaojing/Hong Kong found his student ID card, but he didn't return it, so he kept it as my amulet. When I encounter difficulties, I stick it tightly to my heart, and I immediately have the courage to face the problems, as if he had given me strength. Go where he has been, listen to what he has heard, drink his favorite drinks, eat his favorite food, watch his favorite cartoons ... His name happens to be a super common adjective, and I will put it in newspapers and even posters for publicity. Others don't look at anything, but a smirk will emerge on their faces when they see those two words. When writing a manuscript, even if it is far-fetched, he will use his name. In short, I seem to feel that the more his name is in my life, the closer I can get to him. Although I am nearsighted, I will definitely find him in the crowd. Squinting, like a cat, as long as he is there, even if he only sees the back of his head or a corner, he can find it. However, when I met him several times, my heart beat so fast that I couldn't breathe, but I always lowered my head in the face-to-face moment. The courage I love can only be used after you turn around. I like you, just like the white clouds overhead at night. So you are still here/Chengdu. Self-abased since childhood. I am a short girl with dark skin and round body like a bucket. Plus I have no talent, I can't write poetry, I can't sing, and my grades are the same. After meeting him, I became more inferior. Because he is tall and handsome, fair-skinned, like a movie star. He can play ball, sing and dance, with good grades and great figure. He really has everything he wants. There are many girls in school who secretly like him, and I am just one of them. I finally got his MSN, but I don't know what to say after adding him. I thought about it for almost a month, but I didn't come up with a wonderful opening remark to strike up a conversation. So I really like you, I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself. When Xiaotian/Hanzhong went to school the next day, her name or abbreviation was written in the hidden corner of almost every book. Whenever a classmate borrows my book to copy notes, I feel very nervous and find all kinds of excuses to refuse, which is very stingy. I often pretend to scratch my head in class just to secretly turn to her direction. When the students in her direction answered questions, I dared to look at her confidently, at her eyebrows, at her eyes and at her thoughtful expression. I can't figure out why I dared not say "like" to her at that time. My good writing is cultivated from writing poems for her. I wrote one warm poem after another for her in a clean notebook, but I never showed it to her because I was embarrassed. Look at yourself. You can always smell green. Although I sit far away from her, I sometimes send a small note to chat with her, and the topic is often boring, and I never talk about sensitive topics because I am embarrassed. I still have those little notes and take them out from time to time. I chose a way to commemorate her and this relationship: use her name to do all the online registration information, including the answers to security questions. It's raining, so you can take an umbrella. It's raining, what should I do? By slowsun/ Chongqing can't remember who said ambiguity was roaring hype. My relationship with him is also like this, unclear and silly. My love for him turned into a marathon with many conditions. The happiest thing is to talk to him in class, but later, he gradually stopped talking. If he is silent, I will think that he is chatting with others or playing games, because he has no patience to talk to me. Although even if he does that, there is nothing wrong, but I will be inexplicably angry and irritable. When I sleep every day, I will recall what he said that day and guess what he meant at will. I find myself crazy, and sometimes I even feel a little abnormal when I calm down. Whenever he disagrees with me, I can't help feeling that he is starting to give me the cold shoulder, even though we never really started. Maybe he really thinks I'm a moody clown, playing the leading role on my own stage, but there is no audience under the stage. My life, you come in a hurry and then disappear. When I arrived in Lan Bing/Guanggao Grade Three, I was either in class or taking exams every day, and my life was so depressed that I only had a short 10 minute lying on the balcony during recess. So, on that Tuesday afternoon, I saw him coming out of the opposite music building wearing a white T-shirt. The early spring sun shone on him, so youthful and energetic, I suddenly caught my eye. Every Tuesday, I will stand on the balcony and wait for him to come out from the opposite side after his music class. I tried my best to ask my classmates about him. I learned that he was a senior one, and I found out his class and name. At that time, there was a very popular song called "Sleeping with Your Name", so I wrote down his name, put it under my pillow, and slept with it every night, thinking that I would dream about him. Later, I graduated from high school and was admitted to an ideal university. When I packed my things and went to report for duty, I saw this paper again and stared at the name on it for a long time. I can't remember the boy's appearance, only his dazzling white T-shirt in the sun ... Those lonely days were all for me to meet you. I cried for her when she was lovelorn. She was bullied by hooligans, and I fought for her. She had a high fever, and I, I braved the rain to give her what she wanted to eat. I followed her secretly, often peeking at her in the dark, collecting her finished drink bottles, keeping her hair and asking others for her photos ... She sent a friend-seeking message on the radio, so I wrote more than N letters to her under different pseudonyms and registered more than a dozen messages in her space. As long as you dream, there is bound to be her figure, and you will unconsciously write down her name and think of her smile when studying. I expect her to be my life partner, but I don't have the courage to tell her. Watching her throw herself into a new relationship, she didn't say something as simple as "I like you". The stupidest thing is to be brother and sister. Give her 16 daisies and a white rose on her 17 birthday. She asked why, but I didn't say it, and I haven't said it now. This is my secret, and no one ever knows it. When the daisy means that I love her, the white rose means that my love is dead. Losing love won't make you miserable. What gives you pain is the person who breaks your heart. By Winnie/ Tianjin Once a girl meets someone and falls in love with someone, her IQ will completely become zero. I am such a bloody example. Otherwise, how could I do everything possible to add him, just like countless girls in love in "But He hasn't had time to conquer", he is dead, and I can't say a word, which makes my brain collapse. Otherwise, how can you be listless in class and your grades plummet? As soon as I heard the class was over, I wandered aimlessly in the corridor at the door of the classroom just to see him. Otherwise, how could I linger in the stall at the school gate every day after school, until he came out slowly with his schoolbag on his back, then pretended to follow him naturally, and finally went back to his house to find his mother at the fork in the road. Otherwise, how could I know that he was restless and absent-minded after taking sick leave, and he couldn't wait to grow a pair of wings and fly to him immediately. This is love. This is true love when I am still naive and don't know what love is. No purpose, no desire, no calculation of gains and losses. The best way not to get hurt is not to love anyone. However, it is impossible to say I love you/Hong Kong in secret. When I entered high school, my brother asked him to take care of me. At that time, I was rebellious and disagreed with my brother's arrangement. Later, I learned that he was the president of the student union of the school. He studies well and is handsome. He is the prince charming in the hearts of countless girls. He treats everyone equally, but he takes special care of me. Take me to the canteen to eat delicious food, take me to the library where outsiders can't get in; I hurt my foot. In addition to riding a bike to school every day, people will be carried into the classroom. When people ask him, he always says, this is my sister. I don't want to be his sister. I already have my own brother. There's no need for another one. So he always plays a little temper with him and insists on being close to boys he doesn't like. Help that person take notes and help that person eat, but when eating, it always becomes something he likes to eat. Others thought I liked the vice president, but he disagreed, saying that the little girl had grown up. What, is my mind so hard to understand? I really want to grab his ear and shout, I like you, idiot! But I still didn't dare. I was depressed and pulled out the valve core of his car. I watched the gas leak out little by little, but I was not happy. Of all the things that have changed, I like you best. By Ningyuan/Yantai I noticed him from the first grade. At that age when most boys were still very good and rustic, he was always dressed in black, with long hair covering half his face, and he was always silent. Sitting behind me, the first thing he said to me was to let me sit on time so as to stop him. Since then, I have been sitting upright in the first class every afternoon, just to stop him from sleeping on his stomach. Later, I learned that he always sleeps in class, because there will be a group of boys playing on the playground at noon. So, every day after lunch, I will go to the playground. There is a row of bulletin boards near the road on the playground. I dawdled from one end of the bulletin board to the other, and then came back, pretending to read the notices and promotional materials on it. In fact, I squinted at the basketball court through the gap in the bulletin board, watching him jump shots and steal quickly. Later, because of his poor grades, he transferred to another school and left, but I used to look there every time I passed by the playground. It's a pity that there are so many people on the basketball court, but I can't find the figure that moved me anymore. The world is so imperfect that what you want is what you lose. By Van Gogh/Suzhou once went to the Chinese teacher's office to discuss problems. When he saw that he was punished by the Chinese teacher for copying the text, he was both funny and happy. When talking to the teacher, he couldn't hide his smile. At the parents' meeting, he dressed like a lady. When he saw his mother, he called his aunt politely. One day at noon, I bought a gift for my brother in the gift shop at the school gate, and I saw him when I left the shop. We both saw each other at the same time, and he silently watched me pass by. I was so happy that I pretended to walk calmly. I saw him standing at the door of the class, as if waiting for someone. Sweet and shy, I walked over. He smiled at me and followed me to the last intersection. Along the way, I thought he was looking at my back, and I could hardly walk. When I was at school, I deliberately bypassed his path in the hope of meeting him, but we never met him once. Later, I learned that he took the road I used to take. Does this also imply that we have finally embarked on the road without each other? When I miss you, I am a little happy and a little sad. By inaction, a great young woman/Shenyang, I must be stupid to the extreme now! Whoever just finished lunch and didn't have a good rest ran from the classroom on the second floor to the fifth floor, standing outside his classroom and pretending to see the scenery. There is really nothing to see in the school scenery, except dusty roses and magnolia, which is the bare playground in the distance. The point is that I watched it for a whole month. The drunk's intention is not to drink. Sometimes I especially want to be a clever writer, so that I can draw a pair of invisible eyes on my back and watch him take a nap on his desk. My heart beats at the thought of his long eyelashes and deep eyes. Actually, I'm worried, too After all, girls nowadays are very gossipy and always miss something. But I really can't care that much. I thought to myself: Go ahead, the more rumors, the better. You'd better let him know that I like him as soon as possible, otherwise how long will I have to stare at this boring landscape? If you stop in the street and ask a hundred people, "Do you like me? "Then you can find one! On the last day of by Amo/ Nanjing winter vacation, my mother and I went to the supermarket and saw the white rabbit toffee. I took a packet of each flavor. My mother looked at me in surprise at the checkout, which means that people who call for losing weight every day still eat so much polysaccharide. I just realized that this is a little too much. I just thought he liked it, so I gave it to him. He said that he likes white rabbit toffee, which tastes as warm as sunshine. I came to school early in the morning with a bag full of white rabbits on my back, and my classmates haven't come yet. I want to sneak it into his drawer when there is no one in the classroom, but I am afraid that others will see it when it is put. Just as I was so entangled, the number of students in the classroom gradually increased, but I still dared not go. Until he came, wearing new clothes, he was hopelessly handsome! Alas, I still dare not give it to him. How I hope that whenever he eats white rabbit toffee, he will think of me, and he will think of me sweetly. Later, that bag of candy was cheaper than my little niece. How much you like someone depends on how far you imagine the future of ta. By Gu Ge/Nanchang every day when I open my eyes, I will tell myself a happy reason, and she is in every reason. In order to see her, I just stuck my head out of the window a few times, but forgot to have the glass, which almost broke in pain, attracting students to watch. In order to see her, I look upstairs and downstairs every day after school. My eyes are like Cupid's line of sight when shooting arrows, looking for her figure in the vast sea of people. In order to meet her, I try my best to pass by her classroom every day, hoping to accidentally bump into my beautiful girl while running. In order to see her, I wander around the court every day, especially during extracurricular activities, hoping to see her chatting with friends or playing badminton under the tree. In order to meet her, get to know her and make her remember me, I spent two months thinking of 300 different ways to strike up a conversation-what time is it? Hehe, what a coincidence, my watch has the same time. But so far, I haven't said a word to her face, and you are not allowed to have a crush on him. Only I can do it in the world! By big red bean/Maoming He knows that I like him, so he often avoids me when he sees me. I know he doesn't like me, so I never try to win his favor or even become friends with him. I am a crazy girl in the eyes of others. I know many people at school, from all grades. He is one level above me, and I know many of his friends. I always pretend not to care and go to their class to chat with others. Si Mazhao's heart is well known, and friends who know him will pretend to tell me about him casually. Where he sits, when he goes to school, where he lives, habits and hobbies. My home is close to the school. One morning, I had a whim and arrived at school early, because it was winter and it was not very bright. I want to keep one of his things as a collection. Prepare to open the classroom and turn in through the corridor window. Gao, someone locked the window that day. I think, maybe god is doomed not to let us be together, even this little thought will not give me. I can't bear to bully others. How can I be bullied by others? The seaside in the sky/Ningbo likes to see his high nose, thin lips, perfect arc of his neck, slightly raised Adam's apple, and his hair shines in the sun during class. I think, I am too anthomaniac! Who wants him to be so handsome? I believe that 80% of the girls in the class like him silently. He always can't sit still, twisting his neck or shaking his legs like an ADHD child, and often makes faces at his neighbors. Once, he made a pig face to me, and I laughed, followed by a fox face. I didn't want to be found by the teacher who spoke in class, so I called my name loudly to answer the question. Fortunately, the question I answered passed, and the teacher reminded me to concentrate in class. After I sat down, I looked at him and gave me a new expression. I smiled. I wish the teacher would ask me: Do you like him? Then I will say without hesitation: Yes. How I wish the teacher could ask me: Do you like him? Then I will say without hesitation: Yes. I should let you go because I know I will get used to being alone sooner or later. By likes water/When I was in Chongqing high school, I used a big smiling water cup, which was particularly eye-catching on a pile of textbooks in class. The seats in the class are arranged according to grades, and the seats are changed on January 1st, but no matter how the seats are changed, the smiling face on the water cup is always facing him, not the smile that I can never muster up courage. In class, whenever the teacher says something that doesn't interest me, I'm always used to talking nonsense and doodling in the textbook, and occasionally revealing my thoughts inadvertently, such as accidentally writing his name or drawing his little head. Once, he borrowed my chemistry textbook, and I was so nervous that I brutally snatched it back. Don't be embarrassed, his eyes seem to be talking about this cheapskate. But in retrospect, it's better than alienating me after he found my heart. I think, over the years, I was just a monster in his eyes. However, it's much better than no impression, I comfort myself. Hey, after all these years, do you remember that smiling glass? Do you still remember me