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when I slowly attributed this idea to childishness, he appeared, and his father and mother, in the field behind my house, changed the field to a nursery. I was excited when I knew the news. I slowly learned the news from my mother’s mouth and knew that he was three years older than me, where he was reading, what his name was, and so on. From this moment on, I opened my voyeur tour, which is also the beginning of my secret love. I am gradually expecting the arrival of the weekend so that I can see him. I often secretly observe him from the window near the field. He is reading a book. He is whistling. He is talking. He is smiling. Every move, every glimpse, will be quietly remembered by me. When I am relishing and stealing. I know that I like him, but I don’t dare to declare this love because of inferiority, because of weakness. So I became the one who would be very happy when I looked at him silently. This kind of secret love has been going on for almost four years. I have no busy weekends. I only have a weekend break. I have less time to go home, but I still secretly look at it. He also has a college entrance exam. He hasn’t seen it for a long time. The heart is empty. On a certain day off, I bought a beautiful wind chime and hung it around the window. I hope he will notice it and notice me. After the winter vacation, I finally went home and hurriedly opened the window. The wind chime was sweet and crisp, but I no longer saw his shadow. The nursery was also abandoned. I can’t believe that I can’t see him again. It was very cold that winter. I still went to the field after dinner. I wanted to meet again and I was dressed very beautiful. I hope I can see it. I occasionally imagined that he said to me, I like you too, but he may even I don’t know my name. Everything seemed to be a dream, and then my family moved out of it. I stopped seeing him. The love was slowly buried in my heart and turned into a wave of memory. Now, I have someone I love. The secret love of a young age is so clear and childish compared to today’s mature love, but it is the purest dream in the pure age.