When I was a student, I read a lot of youth books, some mainstream, some non-mainstream, some painful, some healing.
But looking back, what did my own youth look like?
Pale lights, hot air, gloomy classroom,
The sunshine moves from the back row of the classroom to the blackboard, and I study at night every night.
The noisy cafeteria, the race against time in the bathroom,
There are also drowsy morning and evening readings.
No time to taste life, no time to see the scenery,
When the thousand sails have passed, look back again,
But it is so nostalgic and full of regrets.
Memories are recorded in style, with no master CP, and true feelings.
Purpose: Make a record of our college entrance examination story