First love
First love, a beautiful name, is pure and simple.
It goes beyond worldly matters.
It is the first unfolding flower in one’s life, fresh, aromatic and beautiful.
It is like the rising sun, full of glorious beams, nothing can be compared.
Perhaps you don’t like it, but to give the devil its due, as one person that is physically or mentally sound, who can forget the happy memories of first love?
Ten years ago, an artless boy and a beautiful girl,
Confided their “feeling” by writing some interesting message on small pieces paper; Expressed their “love” with the simple gesture of gift-giving;
They were simple but happy, and needn’t mind the result.
Now the scene is still unchanged, but the “lover” is strange.
Time is gone never to return, but first love is like fine wine, improves with age.