It's college entrance examination season again, and at this time of year, I think of the summer of 2011. Maybe it's because that experience is so profound that I can't forget it. And, as the years passed, those pictures became clearer, as if they happened yesterday. It seems that I really can't forget it.

At this time four years ago, I was probably asleep, and I must have had a beautiful dream, thinking that when I took the exam the next day, I would be able to meet the girl I fell in love with at first sight. At that time, I lived in the dormitory of the revision school, and that night was also my last night at the revision school.

In the days of the college entrance examination, I tried to restrain my restless heart and behaved calmly. It's like that college entrance examination has nothing to do with me, I just came over for a walk, experienced it, and then left in style. However, being too chic is probably not a good thing, and I was in the exam room, and I completed almost every exam in advance, and then I never checked it, and the rest of the time, I didn't know what to do. I remember sitting in the last row, finishing my exam papers quickly, looking around, and then lying on my desk and sleeping. It's a nice feeling, like announcing to somebody people, "Look, I'm done, you're still meditating." In my experience with previous exams, it is usually difficult to fall asleep in the exam room, thinking too much about things. Having had enough of lying on the table, he lifted his head and looked around.

I saw a girl not far from the side, and it felt so familiar! I'm sure I've never seen her before, but I really have a feeling of "old at first sight". Although I can only see her side face, I still feel that she is so beautiful, so delicate, so unearthly temperament, so elegant posture, intoxicating. I'm almost sure she's who I meant to be.

I have been following her for several exams in the future. Looking at the way she writes, it is very moving, and the demeanor of her taking the test paper is dignified and extraordinary. And her graceful figure, her beautiful face, her fine hair, and the particularly beautiful clothes she wears.

I walked behind her after an exam, and she was walking with a guy and talking. As she descended the stairs, she suddenly turned around, stared blankly at me for a few seconds, and then turned away. I was almost stunned, and I wanted to say something to her, but I couldn't say anything like I had something in my throat. I followed her out of the school gate until she was gone. At this time, I heard my homeroom teacher shouting at me, and I realized that I had already left the college entrance examination school bus for a long distance.

In these two and a half days, after every exam, I wanted to go in front of her and say hello to her, but in the end I still didn't do it. I was about the same as I am now, very shy in front of girls, afraid to speak.

On June 9, 2011 at 11 a.m., the final exam ended. The thought of leaving that girl soon, I felt a little uncomfortable. When I was about to hand in the papers, I suddenly had an urge to say a word to her before leaving, ask her what her name was, know what school she was from, and leave a contact information or something. But in the end, I still didn't have the courage to do so. It was time to leave the exam room, and I stood in the back and watched her leave. In a panic, I hurried to her exam seat, glanced at her name, and left the exam room.

After leaving the exam room, I really had a sudden feeling of heartbreak, a heart-rending pain. I'll probably never see that girl again!

Later, I packed all my belongings and left the repeat school that had been tormented for a whole year. I didn't feel a little liberated, and on the way back, I was so uncomfortable that I died. The image of that girl came to mind over and over again.

After returning home, the whole person fell into a kind of despair and could not extricate himself. I remember very well that from the first day, I was thinking about that girl all the time, thinking about her appearance, thinking about her demeanor during the exam, and the smile she showed inadvertently. This kind of image is reproduced in my mind countless times every day, for fear that she will disappear from my mind all at once. For a week, I didn't eat much, just lying in bed or walking up and down the yard, thinking only of one person. During those days, I refused to see any woman except my mother, for fear that I would forget what the other women looked like. It's really scary, very scary. I even refused to see TV, and if I saw a picture of a woman on TV, I would leave immediately and lie alone in bed, thinking about my thoughts.

It was then that I truly understood what despair is.

It was about a week later that I finally came to my senses from a state of near-madness before I figured out how I could find her. The only thing I knew was her name. But in this vast sea of people, how to find it!

I didn't know much about the Internet at the time, but eventually, I was able to post a search for someone online. I wrote down everything I knew about her, her name, the exam room she was in, and her exam number I had calculated, hoping to find her one day. After sending out the missing person notice, I would check to see if anyone had answered me almost every hour. Every time I was desperate, after five or six days, the only few answers were "I don't know", or something completely unrelated.

Later, I inquired about which high school most of the students in the exam room belonged to. At that time, one of my relatives was working in the county town, so I begged my family, saying that I was too idle at home and wanted to work. In this way, I ran to the county seat alone and took a few hundred yuan and rented a very old house. At that time, there was no vacation in high school, and every day after dinner, I would go to the high school where she might have studied and ask for news of the girl. I approached some teachers at the school and told them that I was looking for a 08 student and wanted them to help. The result still made me desperate, and I went many times, and they all said that the file cannot be checked by anyone.

When the college entrance examination results were about to come out, I returned home. Within a few days, I started to get busy, busy checking scores, finding schools, and filling out volunteers. Gradually, I didn't miss her so much, and when I thought of her, I was no longer so hysterically sad.

However, I didn't give up. I also firmly believed in my heart: In this life, if I can't find her, I will never get married.

Later, when I was in my first year of college, I began to use all the Internet means to find the girl who had only been destined for two and a half days······