When the Summer Is Long

The most beautiful thing in the world is when you wake up and find yourself lying on the desk in the sophomore classroom. Above your head is the ceiling fan that has been humming and complaining all day but is still working, and you are surrounded by classmates who are still sleeping soundly. You looked back at the clock on the wall behind you. There were still ten minutes until the first class in the afternoon. On the adjacent table diagonally in front, the monitor is carefully copying down the English notes he missed in the morning. At this time, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it the heat of late summer, rattling the books on the table, but it temporarily relieved the fatigue all over your body. You breathed a deep sigh of relief in your heart, lay down on the desk again, continued to close your eyes, and waited for the arrival of the school bell. Purpose: Cherish time and learn to love