,! "Secret love is a kind of happy loneliness. By Melody.L/ Every Christmas, New Year's Day, Spring Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival, he will send blessings to his old classmates. Although I can tell at a glance that they are sent, I still send them one by one. Even if it is full, I can’t bear to delete it. His code has been deleted, but I can still identify who the 11 digits represent. However, I never have the courage to take his code and say "Hello" to him. ", how are you?". Later I heard that he went to school, and I searched for his name, but I didn't dare to click on it for fear of leaving traces of my visit on his page. I borrowed a friend's account to add him as a friend. After reading all his signatures, diaries, and photos, I never dared to leave a single word. My best friend laughed at me for being cowardly, but I smiled and didn’t answer. No one knew his story, which was the deepest secret in my heart. All my courage disappeared in that year, after I sent him "I like you". He was a very polite person, and I never received any reply from him. Only that time, he didn't say anything. He said that he has been silent until now. It is precisely because of love that he hides away, but what he cannot hide is the silent feeling. By Chuxue/Guangzhou In fact, I don’t really like him, right? He can also eat and sleep, and he doesn't have any adverse reactions when thinking about him, but when talking about him, he will feel particularly uncomfortable. When talking to friends, as long as he appears out of the corner of his eye, or he speaks very loudly on purpose, Or he suddenly becomes silent and doesn't say anything. When I collect my homework, I will open it to read his homework and see his handwriting. Chen is very knowledgeable, and some are not written by people our age. He is very curious and deliberately chats with his deskmates and his neighbors to find out any information about him, even when he was two years old. I listened to all those who could talk... Later, I became more and more interested in him. My eyes would secretly follow him, and I would deliberately go to places where he might pass by. If I met him, I would go up and say, "Okay." What a coincidence, why don't we go together? "Thinking of such a scene, I can't help but laugh out loud. If he says he likes me, I will definitely agree. Loving someone requires courage, and even more luck. By Xiaojing/Hong Kong picked up his student ID card , I didn’t return it with bad intentions, and kept it as my talisman. When I encountered difficulties, I held it close to my heart, and I immediately had the courage to face the problem, as if he had given me the strength to go through it. place, listen to what he has heard of, drink the drinks he likes to drink, eat the food he likes to eat, watch the anime he likes to watch... His name happens to be a super common adjective, with his name in newspapers, newspapers, and even Whenever someone puts up a poster for promotion, I won’t look at anything else. When I see those two words, a silly smile will appear on my face. Even if it’s far-fetched, I will use his name. . In short, it seems that if his name appears more in my life, I will be able to get closer to him. Even though I am short-sighted, I will definitely find him with squinted eyes, like a cat. , as long as he is there, you can find him even if you only see the back of his head or a corner. However, when I "encounter" him several times, my heart beats so fast that I can't breathe, but I always lower my head the moment we face him. Courage can only be used after you turn around. I like you, just like Miaoman with the white clouds above my head late at night. By It turns out you are still here/Chengdu I have had low self-esteem since I was a child. I am a girl with a short body and dark skin. He is as round as a bucket. In addition, I have no talent, I can’t write poetry, I can’t sing, and my grades are average. After meeting him, I became even more inferior because of his tallness, handsomeness, and skin. He is fair-skinned and looks like a movie star. He can play ball, sing and dance, has good grades, and has a great figure. He really has everything he wants. There are many girls in school who secretly like him. I finally found out about him. MSN, but after adding him, I didn’t know what to say. After thinking about it for almost a month, I couldn’t think of a wonderful opening line to strike up a conversation. So I really like you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget it, but I shed my tears. Her tears did not deceive me. By Tian Xiaotian/When I was in school in Hanzhong, her name or abbreviation was written in the hidden corner of almost every book. I was very angry whenever a classmate asked to borrow my book to copy notes. Nervous, looking for excuses to refuse, appearing stingy.

During class I often pretended to scratch my head, only to secretly turn in her direction. When a classmate in her direction answered a question, I dared to look at her legitimately, looking at her thoughtful expression on her eyebrows and eyes. I have always wondered why I didn't dare to say "I like" her at that time? My good writing skills were developed from writing poems for her. I wrote one warm little poem after another for her in a clean notebook, but I would never show it to her because I was embarrassed. Take a look for yourself and you can always smell the greenish taste. Although I sit far away from her, sometimes I will pass a small note "over the mountains and ridges" to chat with her. The topics are usually boring, and I never talk about sensitive topics, also because I am embarrassed. I still keep those little notes and look at them from time to time. I chose a way to commemorate her and this relationship: use her name for all online registration information, including answers to security questions. It’s raining in the sky, you can hold an umbrella; it’s raining in your heart, what should you do? By slowsun/Chongqing I don’t remember who said that ambiguity is a flash of flowers whizzing by. The relationship between me and him is also like this, unclear and unclear. My love for him has turned into a marathon with various situations. The happiest thing was talking to him in bed, but later on, he gradually stopped talking. If he was silent, I would think he was chatting with someone else, or playing games because he didn't have the patience to talk to me. Even though there was nothing wrong with what he did, I would feel inexplicably angry and irritable. Every day when I go to bed, I will think about what he said that day and speculate on his meaning while lying in bed. I find myself going crazy, and even sometimes when I calm down, I feel a little perverted. Whenever he is not with me, I can't help but feel that he is starting to become cold to me, even though we never really started. Maybe he really thinks that I am a moody clown, playing the leading role on the stage I built, but there is no audience in the audience. My life, you came in a hurry and then disappeared. By Binglan/Guangzhou When I was in my third year of high school, I had either classes or exams every day. My life was so depressing that I could only lie on the balcony in between classes and lie in a daze for 10 minutes. So, on that Tuesday afternoon, I saw him walking out of the music building opposite in a white T-shirt. The early spring sunshine shone on him, and his youthful and energetic appearance immediately caught my eye. Every Tuesday from now on, I would stand on the balcony, waiting for him to come out from the other side after finishing his music class. I tried my best to ask my classmates for information about him. I found out that he was a freshman in high school, and also found out about his class and name. There was a very popular song at that time called "Sleeping with Your Name on My Pillow", so I wrote down his name, put it under my pillow, and slept with it on my pillow every night, thinking that I would dream about him. Later, after graduating from high school, I was admitted to the university of my dreams. When I was packing my things to register, I saw this piece of paper again and stared at the name on it for a long time. I couldn't remember what the boy looked like. I just remembered His dazzling white T-shirt in the sun... The loneliness and loneliness in those days were all for me to meet you. By bye/Shenzhen When she fell in love, I cried for her. She was bullied by some hooligans and I fought for her. She had a high fever, and I braved the rain to get her what she wanted to eat. I followed her secretly, often peeked at her in the dark, collected the bottles she drank, kept her hair, and asked others for her photos... She posted dating messages on the radio, so I used different pen names. I have written numerous letters to her, and also registered more than a dozen people to enter her space and leave her messages. As long as I dream, she must be there. During self-study, I will unconsciously write her name and think of her smile. I expected her to be my lifelong partner, but I didn’t have the courage to tell her. Watching her fall into a new relationship, she didn't even say four simple words like "I like you". The stupidest thing is to become brother and sister. Give her sixteen daisies and a white rose on her seventeenth birthday. She asked why, but I didn’t tell her, and I still haven’t told her yet. This is my secret and no one has ever known it. Daisies represent the time I have loved her, white roses represent the death of my love. Falling out of love will not make you miserable. The one who gives you pain is the one who breaks your heart. By Weinikong/Tianjin Once a girl meets someone and falls in love with someone, her IQ will completely become zero. I'm a bloody example of this. Otherwise, why would I try my best to join him, just like the countless Huaichun girls who died before leaving the army, unable to say a word and letting their brains freeze.

Otherwise, why would I be listless in class and my grades plummet? As soon as I heard the get out of class was over, I would wander aimlessly in the corridor at the entrance of the classroom as if sleepwalking, just to take a look at him. Otherwise, why would I deliberately linger at the street stall at the school gate every day after school until he came out slowly with his schoolbag, then pretended to follow him naturally, and finally went back to each house at the fork in the road to find each other? Mom. Otherwise, how could I know that after he was sick and asked for leave, I would be restless and absent-minded, wishing I could grow a pair of wings and fly to him right away. This is love, this is the real love when I was innocent and didn’t know what love was. It has no purpose, no desire, no calculation of gains and losses. The best way not to get hurt is to not love anyone. It's just, impossible. By Secretly Say I Love You/Hong Kong When I entered high school, my brother asked him to take care of me. At that time, I was rebellious and disapproved of my brother's arrangements. Later I found out that he was the president of the school's student union. He was good at studying and handsome. He was the prince charming in the hearts of countless girls. He treated everyone equally, but he paid special attention to me. He took me to the cafeteria to eat delicious food, and took me to the library where outsiders were not allowed to enter. I injured my foot. In addition to taking me to school by bike every day, he also carried me into the classroom. When asked by others, he always said, "This is my sister." I don't want to be his sister, I already have my own brother, there is no need for another one. So she always plays tricks on him and insists on getting close to the boy he doesn't like. Help that person organize his notes and help him with meals, but when it comes to meals, it always becomes what he likes to eat. Others thought I liked the vice president, but he disagreed and said the little girl had grown up. What, is my mind so difficult to understand? I really want to grab his ear and shout, I like you, idiot! But he still didn't dare. In frustration, he pulled out the valve core of his car and watched the air leak out little by little, but he couldn't feel happy. In the past when everything was right and people were different, I also liked you the most. By Ning Yuan/I noticed him on the first day of Yantai Junior High School. At that age when most boys were still very well-behaved and uncouth, he always wore black clothes, with slightly longer hair covering half of his face, and was always silent. Stay alone. The first thing he said to me, who was sitting behind me, was to tell me to sit upright so that I could block him. From then on, I sat very straight in the first class every afternoon, just to block the sleeping guy behind me. Later I found out that he always slept in class because a group of boys would go to the playground to play ball at noon. So, every day after lunch, I would walk to the playground. There was a row of billboards near the road in the playground. I walked slowly from one end of the billboard to the other, and then back again, pretending to read the notices and promotional materials on them. In fact, I looked sideways and looked through the billboards. He glanced at the basketball court during the break, watching him sometimes jump into the air and sometimes make quick steals. Later, he transferred to another school because his grades were too poor, but I was used to looking there every time I passed by the playground. Unfortunately, there were so many people on the basketball court, but I could no longer find the figure that made my heart beat. . The world is so imperfect, and if you want to gain something, you have to lose something. By Van Gogh/Suzhou Once I went to the Chinese teacher's office to discuss a problem. I saw him being punished by his Chinese teacher for copying the text. I felt funny and happy. While talking to the teacher, I couldn't hide my smile. During the parent-teacher meeting, he deliberately dressed like a lady. When he saw his mother, he politely called her aunt. One day at noon, I gave a gift to my brother at the gift shop in front of the school, and I saw him as soon as I left the shop. We both saw each other at the same time. He silently watched me walk over. I was extremely happy and passed by pretending to be calm. One day after evening self-study, I saw him standing at the door of the class, as if waiting for someone. I walked over very sweetly and shyly, and he smiled at me and followed me to the final intersection. Along the way, thinking that he was looking at my back made me unable to walk. When I went to school, I deliberately walked around the path he took, just hoping to see him, but we didn't meet him even once. Later I found out that he had taken a detour to the path I had taken before. Does this also imply that we finally embarked on a road without each other? I feel a little happy when I miss you, and a little sad when I am so happy. By Wuwei Great Young Woman/Shenyang I must be extremely stupid looking like this! Who had just finished lunch and didn't want to take a good rest, so he ran from the classroom on the second floor to the fifth floor and stood outside his classroom, pretending to look at the scenery.

The scenery of the school is really nothing to see, except for the dusty roses and magnolias, and the bare playground in the distance. The key is that I have been watching it for a whole month. The drunkard's intention is not to drink. Sometimes I wish I was Ma Liang, the magic pen, so that I could draw a pair of invisible eyes on my back and watch him take a nap on the desk. My heart flutters when I think of his long eyelashes and deep eyes. In fact, I am quite worried. After all, girls nowadays are very gossipy, and there will always be some news leaked. But I really can't control that much. I thought to myself: Let's talk, the more gossip the better, it's best to let him know that I like him as soon as possible, otherwise how long will I have to stare at this boring scenery. If you stood on the street and asked a hundred people, "Do you like me?" you would definitely find one! By Amo/Nanjing On the last day of winter vacation, my mother and I went to the supermarket and saw White Rabbit toffee. I got a pack of each flavor. When I was checking out, my mother looked at me in surprise, meaning that a person who shouts to lose weight every day actually eats so much sugar. Only then did I realize it was a lot. At that time, I just thought about eating what he liked and giving it to him. He said that he likes White Rabbit toffee, which tastes warm, like sunshine. On the first day of school, I carried a bag full of White Rabbits to school early in the morning. My classmates hadn't arrived yet. I wanted to secretly put it in his drawer when no one was in the classroom, but I was afraid that he would put it in while he was still there. be seen by others. While I was struggling like this, there were gradually more and more students in the classroom, but I still stood still and did not dare to go there. Until he came too, wearing new clothes and looking hopelessly handsome! Alas, I still dare not give it to him. How I hope that every time he eats White Rabbit toffee, he will think of me and the sweet me. Later, all that bag of candy was cheap for my little niece. How much you like someone depends on how far you imagine your future with them to be. By Gu Ge/Nanchang Every day when I open my eyes, I tell myself a reason to be happy, and she is in every reason. In order to see her, I foolishly just stuck my head out of the window several times, forgetting that there was glass, which hurt me so much that the glass almost broke, attracting onlookers from my classmates. In order to see her, I would look upstairs and downstairs every day after school. My eyes were like Cupid's sights when shooting arrows, looking for her figure in the vast sea of ??people. In order to see her, I tried 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 wandered around the stadium every day, especially during extracurricular activities, hoping to see her chatting with friends under the tree, or playing badminton. In order to see her, to get to know her, and to make her remember me, I spent two months thinking about 300 different ways to strike up a conversation - What time is it? Haha, what a coincidence, my watch also has the same time. But so far, I have not said a word to her face to face. You are not allowed to have a crush on him. Only I can do that in the whole world! By Dahongdouer/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 force myself to gain his favor or even become friends with him. I am a crazy girl in the eyes of others. I know many people in school, from all grades. He is one level above me and I know many of his friends. I always pretended not to care and went to their class to chat with others. Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone, and those friends who know him will pretend to tell me about him casually. Where does he sit, what time does he arrive at school, where does he live, his habits and hobbies, etc. My home is very close to the school. One morning, on a whim, I ran to the school early because it was winter and the sky was not very bright yet. I want to take something of his as a collection. Gearing up, ready to open the classroom window in the corridor and climb in. Damn, someone actually locked the window that day. I think it's probably because God is destined not to let us be together, and he won't even give me this little thought. How can I let others bully someone who I can't bear to bully? By Sea of ??the Sky/Ningbo I like to turn my head to look at his high nose bridge, thin lips, the perfect arc of his chin connected to his neck, his slightly raised Adam's apple, and the looming hairs illuminated by the sun during class. I think, I am too nymphomaniac! Who wants him to be so handsome? I believe that 80% of the girls in the class are secretly in love with him. He can't sit still, twists his neck or shakes his legs like a child with ADHD, and often makes faces at his neighbors. Once, he made a pig face at me. I sneered, and then made a fox face. Not wanting to be discovered by the teacher who was talking non-stop in class, he called my name loudly to answer questions.

Fortunately, my answer to the question passed. The teacher reminded me to concentrate on class. After I sat down, I looked at him and made a funny face to me. I laughed out loud. How I wish the teacher would ask me: Do you like him? Then I will say without hesitation: yes. How I wish the teacher would ask me: Do you like him? Then I will say without hesitation: yes. I should let you go, because I know I have to get used to being alone sooner or later. By Like Water/Chongqing When I was in high school, I used a water cup with a big smiling face on it. It was very eye-catching when I placed it on the pile of textbooks during class. The seats in the class are arranged according to grades and change once a month, but no matter how the seats are changed, the smiling face on the water glass always faces him, replacing the smile that I can never muster the courage to do. During class, whenever the teacher talked about something that I was not interested in, I always used to lower my head and talk nonsense in the textbook, scribbling and drawing. Occasionally, I would inadvertently reveal my feelings, such as accidentally writing "" name, or drew a small portrait of him. Once, when he borrowed my chemistry textbook, I was very nervous and snatched it back savagely. Not to mention the embarrassment, his eyes seemed to be talking about this stingy guy. But then I thought about it, it was much better than alienating me after he discovered my feelings. I think over the years, I was nothing more than a monster in his eyes. However, it is much better than no impression at all, I comforted myself. Hey, many years later, can you still remember that smiling water glass? Can you still remember me?