Come to a sad essay about youth, which is short and pithy and more than 500 words will not be adopted.

A short article written before should be suitable for you, but it is over 77 words and can't be deleted. If I delete it again, it will change. Do you think it will work? In fact, you and I are forgetting that on a summer afternoon or a noisy street, you suddenly froze and somehow remembered her at the same table for a long time. When you first met her, you felt so lucky and a little overwhelmed. Looking at her coming straight from the empty background and waiting for a while, she was so dignified and generous, and her greeting to you was so amazing that you couldn't return her. In this way, she also blushed for her "self-love". Oh! It turns out that she is so cautious! In this way, you have a deskmate. Later, you found her ponytail vivid. Later, you found that her diary was very melancholy. Later, you find that her big eyes are shining with "smart" light, but she can't even solve some simple problems. Later, later, you found that she was a confused little girl full of contradictions. So you went from acquaintance to acquaintance. In the years of acquaintance, in the slow summer, you have no time to write a poem for her, sing a song for her, and let her know that you are thinking of her. In this way, your deskmate, she came purely and briefly. How many years later, you listened to Lao Lang singing love songs for her first lover and asked her if she still remembered yesterday's diary and whether she still remembered herself who cried. The old wolf can't get the answer, because the girl will forget, the girl won't count the distant days like this, and she won't remember yesterday's eraser carefully. In fact, he doesn't need to get any answers, because he knows that you just accidentally turned over the photos to remember her at the same table. When the wife and children ask who the beautiful girl in the photo is, you may really answer calmly: the classmate at the same table, because you and she are forgetting, is not the nostalgia between you, but an accidental sadness.