The music starts and the temperature rises little by little
It seems that everything has returned to those days. The summer was sultry and gloomy. I sat in my father's car and arrived at the school gate. I carried a canvas bag and stepped into high school. It didn't feel like a prison, nor did it feel like a prison. It seemed that I had a little expectation in my heart. The expectation was one step closer to freedom. It seemed that I knew what I wanted at that time and just wanted to study hard. Only with good scores can I have the choice to go to the city I want to go and live the life I want. Speaking of it, what I miss should be except for my brave self back then. More of that time full of hope
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