Today, I suddenly feel excited to write an article. Although it is based on real experiences, my understanding of the family's historical changes has gaps, so in the absence of sufficient information, I will set it aside for now. I hope everyone will look forward to it.

Just like in a romantic relationship, to maintain freshness and the sweetness that the process often brings, one should give the other enough space and trust.

First, give the other person enough trust, believing that he or she is devoted. Secondly, create space based on that trust, because fate is so wonderful; these two may seem completely unrelated, yet they find a connection. I say this because of different interests and hobbies, naturally forming similar social networks, with no overlap, and possibly working in different industries or growing up in different family backgrounds and cultural environments.

Speaking of romantic experiences, most people start from their school days. Some do not have any experiences, precisely because schools strictly prohibit "early love" and enforce it rigorously.

The school uniforms of our great Chinese middle and high schools are designed to conceal mature characteristics, so having a romantic experience during school years can be considered rare. If one does not have such experiences, it is not surprising, after all, your shining points are covered by your appearance. However, if you are talkative or love to smile, and your demeanor is graceful and gentle, that can be a plus.

Recalling my school days, in the fifth grade, I once found a shocking piece of paper in my desk drawer. I vaguely remember the size and material of the paper, but the few lines of shocking couplets made my scalp tingle, surrounded by colorful decorative patterns. At that moment, my deskmate and the two in front were giggling, and I felt both shocked and puzzled.

I can't quite remember the exact words of that couplet, but I recall the opening line: "My first love is you, unknowingly falling in love with you..." I would appreciate it if pen pals or readers could help me continue the rest. Thus, it can be identified as a "love letter."

I won't deceive everyone; to be honest, since the third grade, my weight has exceeded three digits in pounds. Although I was always at the front of the line during physical education classes or morning exercises, if you weigh me, you would know I am indeed a big fat person. Since everyone often distributed corrected homework to the teacher, I could roughly guess whose handwriting it was. I won't name names here because if I did, you wouldn't recognize her or know what she looks like, and with the situation of having the same name today, it really isn't anything new.

First of all, I was fat, and to my peers, I didn't seem cute. Secondly, she had been my classmate for five years; what fresh feeling could I possibly give her? Moreover, it wasn't just the beginning of the school year; after a long holiday, perhaps everything felt fresh, so it was more likely a prank by someone in the front row. However, why would a "love letter" full of prank elements need to be so creative?