你还记得年幼时,你的第一次心动吗?那个叫雷宁的小朋友,那个叫野百合的小朋友,那个叫不出名的小朋友,你不知道他为何喜欢你,你为何喜欢他,总之这个小朋友成了你记忆中的一道风景。多年后,你依然会想起他,你会默默地在自己手心里黑板上写他的名字,写满不知道该说什么的话。也许那不是爱情,却给予你无限的怀念。当我们渐渐长大,长成青涩的样子,我们喜欢躲在阴影下看我们喜欢的人,把他们想象得无限 Do you still remember the first time you were young? The kid named Raying, the kid named Wild Lily, the kid who was not famous, you do not know why he likes you, why you like him, and in short This kid has become your memory of a landscape. Years later, you will still think of him, you will silently write his name on the blackboard in your hand, filled with words do not know what to say. Maybe it is not love, but give you endless nostalgia. When we grow older and grow into a young, we like to hide in the shadows to see the people we love and imagine them infinity