On that long early autumn afternoon, the sun shone through the leaves of the campus onto our young faces. I walked with her on the playground. She held a balloon in her hand and blew it gently, letting it float up and picking it up carefully from time to time. I secretly picked up a small branch and quietly popped the balloon. She looked at me in surprise and then showed a naughty smile.

We sat on a bench in the playground together. She suddenly leaned her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and said, "You know, I like the feeling of being with you, as if time has stopped at this moment." A warm current suddenly surged in my heart. I gently held her hand and felt the sweet ambiguity.

After school, we went to a small cafe. She ordered a latte and played a song she liked. I watched her playing the piano keys attentively, with her eyes full of admiration. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at me straight, her cheeks flushed pink, and she whispered, "Do you like the way I play the piano?" I nodded, the corners of my mouth slightly raised, and a warm ripple rose in my heart.

That time of first love was like a beautiful melody, like a gorgeous painting, every moment was full of ambiguous feelings, making our hearts ripple in the ocean of youth.