"I once liked someone. At that time, I was just a freshman in junior high school. She was standing under the sun, wearing a white suspender dress, with a high ponytail, and her face was flushed by the sun. I don't know why. When I saw her, I suddenly felt overwhelmed. She also looked at me, and I quickly turned my head away, pretending that I didn't stare at her just now, but my heart was about to jump into my throat. She squeezed her hands tightly into a small mallet. Later, she was in my class, and I always looked at her secretly. In fact, she is not the kind of beautiful and arrogant girl who looks silly when she smiles, but I dare not talk to her. Talking, but every time she passed by my seat, even if I buried my head, I could still know that it was her who came over, and I didn't miss it once, it was amazing."

This is what a friend of mine said when he talked about his first love with me. He used the word "very wonderful". At that time, I remembered the story of my youth, where there was the first wonderful journey of heart.It's just that I can remember very few details, and all I can think of is his handsome back on a bicycle wearing a blue and white striped shirt. In my youth, I had many dreams, and he was the most important one. I even did a lot of stupid things just to see him more. Now, I have gone through my youth, and I can't help but smile knowingly when I think of the past. At that time, I was really stupid and cute.Maybe in my whole life, only in those youthful days, I can do so many stupid things purely for one person.That is unrepeatable luck.

I have always regarded this experience as luck.Even, no results. So I came up with the idea of ​​commemorating my first heartbeat, but I didn't expect that the idea was conceived in 2008, and the pen was written three years later.In the past 3 years, in order to polish a good story framework, I overturned and rewrote it many times. During the six months without inspiration, I returned to my hometown without hesitation. Someone around me asked me if it was worth it. For the protagonist, whether there is anything worthwhile in this world depends on whether you are willing or not. I want to treat this novel as the warmest thing to do, although the process is difficult.This is the only time in my life to reminisce about the words of that age, so precious, I can't bear to waste any of them.Or, from the moment I started writing, I took it as a time mirror, using the words I wrote to return to my boyhood, and met my young self, that silly girl who had just begun to fall in love.

Where did it start, where did it end, confession, or hide the heart, after finishing writing, I realized that there is no need to worry about everything.Youth is gone, it is gone. This is the years, silently stealing the opportunity to choose, but leaving the most unforgettable memories. It is brutal and, moreover, merciful. Zhang Mubai September 21, 2011