If this is a beautiful dream, will there be no day when I wake up from it?
When I woke up, it was still the same classroom, the same classmates, and the same year.
It is obviously the gloomiest past, why do you still dream about coming back here?
"Zhou Xueer, please answer the difference in precipitation between AB and AB and analyze the reasons."
"Teacher, I don't know."
It's still that geography class where I fell asleep.
I am born again.