Crush Zhang Baotong 2019.5.3

I once had a crush on a girl when I was a sophomore in high school, and I had just been transferred from out of town to Tiezhong School, and I was attracted to her at first sight. The girl was a member of the study committee of the class, and she was very delicate and beautiful, wearing a simple red dress, and two braids that were neither long nor short were flicked on both sides of her shoulders. She is very smart, and her eyes are clear and bright, and it is impossible to see the bottom at a glance. But what I admire and admire the most is her temperament.

She is the daughter of the deputy director of our railway bureau, and she has a noble but not arrogant personality. Not to mention her calm and demeanor when she spoke on stage, but also her brisk and charming posture when she walked, I was amazed. I couldn't imagine that she could be so perfect, she was the tall goddess in my heart.

She was so beautiful and charming that I used to wander in class, as if I had been deluded and enchanted, staring at her in a daze, wondering why she was so beautiful and beautiful. Every word she said and every action she made caught my attention, and every look and smile she made aroused my joy and sorrow.

I felt like I should say something to her, to show my respect to her, or to get her attention. But what should I say to her? I thought about it for a long time, and I wanted to say to her, "Hey, you're so good-looking." However, saying it too bluntly and explicitly will make her blush and her heart beat. So, I guess I should say, "You look so good in this." This is more subtle, saying that her clothes are good-looking, in fact, is saying that she looks good. Because the clothes look good on her body.

I also want to say, "I like you so much." However, although such words are the voice of my heart, they are nothing in my heart, and if they are spoken, it will not be so easy. So, I thought I should have replaced it with something a little more tactful, like, "You're so nice!", but that didn't really convey how much I liked her.

Maybe these words are not easy to express, or maybe there is no proper opportunity at all. So, I still keep these words in my heart. However, if you can't say what you want to say, you always hold it in your heart, and you feel hairy and itchy, which makes people feel discouraged and unwillingly frustrated. Sometimes, when I watched her come from afar, I kept trying my best to cheer up, but when she really came to me, I forgot everything I had to say like a deflated balloon. Alas, what a useless person I am!

When I'm fine, sometimes in my dreams, I see her smile and the flush that wells up on her cheeks with excitement. I sometimes went like a thief to inquire about her secrets, trying to find out the purpose of her every move, longing to be alone with her in a no-man's land.

I couldn't remember the texts that the teacher asked me to memorize, but her words and actions always shook in front of my eyes like a movie. I can remember what she said, what she did, what she smiled, and ignored me when she saw me. These seem to be the big things in my life. She is the purpose and meaning of my daily life.

Because I always think about her in my heart, her joy and anger have become the eyes of my feelings. My emotions are like the tide, with her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, ebb and flow, sometimes happy and sometimes worried. When she is happy, I want to share it with her, and when she is sad, I want to share her worries. But what I wanted to say was never said to her. I was often discouraged and discouraged by the fact that I was afraid to say what I should have said to her. For this, I blamed myself fiercely, even doubting myself and pitying myself. However, to no avail.

Sometimes I get impulsive and fanatical, and I think it's time to let her know that I love her deeply. But when it really came time to open his mouth, his heart was beating wildly and couldn't stop. Sometimes, I get angry with myself and just don't say anything. However, I felt that I couldn't die that heart.

The days passed day by day, and the words hidden in my heart were still not said, and a year later, I still didn't say them. Those words are like a jug of wine being stored in a cellar. Occasionally open it and smell it, and you can smell the mellow fragrance in your heart.

In the summer vacation after the end of my sophomore year of high school, I went back to where I used to go to school, met my closest and closest friend, and I told him about my troubles, and wanted him to give me an idea. He said it would be easy to write her a letter, preferably a love poem for her.

Writing poetry is my hobby and my forte. So, after careful consideration and repeated deliberation, I finally wrote a poem full of passion and passion. The poem not only expresses my respect and admiration for her, but also expresses my deep love for her. There is no euphemism or subtlety, I think clear and straightforward is the best expression. After writing love poems, I bought a book of poems called "The Distance of the Heart" and put the poem in the book.

Finally, on the first day of school, I arrived at school with a collection of poems and fearless courage. However, when it came time to class, I didn't see her. So, I asked her best friend. The friend told me that she had transferred to a school in another place in order to take the college entrance examination.

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