In those years, we were all still innocent and naive. Only that innocence is worth remembering and cherishing. There's always someone or something that we often think of and occasionally reminisce about.
Many years later, when we think back to the feelings of our youthful, naive days, perhaps it couldn't be called love, but back then we considered it love. Maybe, in today's society, having understood and experienced much more, we hope that was love.
Back then, when the bell rang, a few boys would always be standing in the hallway outside a classroom, looking down. A few mischievous boys would say things that made the girls blush, especially in winter. With their hands in their pockets, basking in the warm sun, when a girl passed by, whichever boy liked her would always say something like, "She's pretty, has a good figure." Then another boy would reply, "Yeah, but that's not the point. The point is she's good at studying, beautiful, and kind. I've already had my friend check her out." Then they'd tease each other again. The bell would ring again, and it would be as if nothing had happened. It was probably just a joke, and it really was, because it happened almost every day. Unconsciously, this became a cherished memory of our innocent youth.
Back then, it seemed like love letters flew everywhere. Communication tools weren't like they are now; almost everyone had a cell phone or computer, and even the cell phones they used were brand names—maybe it was a competition of family connections. I still think those were the best times. I remember someone once told me that words are the best way to express inner feelings. Back then, almost everyone had a crush on a classmate, regardless of whether they were in the same class or grade...
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