A person's life is like a colorful long story**, which is full of countless unforgettable and deeply imprinted events. These memories, like bright stars, are dotted in our life journey, and perhaps the most dazzling of them is the experience of first getting involved in love.
When I think back to my first relationship, it happened in the summer of 2005, when technical secondary schools sprung up all over the country. I, an ignorant girl who had just graduated from junior high school and failed to be admitted to the ideal high school as she wished, was arranged by my family to enter a technical secondary school, and the major was chosen**.
My family's expectations are ardent, and they hope that I can achieve something in my professional studies, and in the future, I can use the knowledge and skills I have learned to serve the people and be a person who contributes to society. However, the throbbing of youth and the waves of emotions often overtake the planning of reason.
It was in that environment that I met him. His appearance, like a sudden ray of sunshine, illuminated my otherwise ordinary life. We met, got to know each other, fell in love, everything happened so naturally, but it was extremely shocking and moving.
That love experience, sweet and bitter, happy and painful. We have left footprints in every corner of the campus, and every memory is deeply engraved in my heart. However, things are impermanent, and love is not always perfect. Eventually, we came to a breakup.
Although a long time has passed, the memory of that first love still lingers in my mind. I have tried countless times to forget him, to erase his shadow from my life completely, but each attempt has seemed so powerless and futile.
Maybe that's part of life. Those beautiful and painful things in the past will become the ladder of our growth, allowing us to understand love and life more deeply. And the memory of that first love, whether I want it or not, has become an inseparable part of my life, forever engraved in my heart.