December 15, 2004, 13:35 pm, laboratory, sunny
Opened air conditioners, listening to Flying songs, suddenly felt very pleasant. Although the room is Northward, the hot air from the air conditioner is gently blowing on the head, and I don't think it is cold at all. Sitting on the swivel chair, the two feet stretched on the small bench under the table, the little sleepiness made my thoughts returned to the past, remembered a certain day in the junior high school era, should be this kind of good weather, 13 The temperature of about the degree, the clear sky, makes people just want to lying on the grass, let the sun sun. Recalling that the person in that time is really simple, it will not be aware of the future, maybe because I can't imagine how the future is now.
One day in December 1996, sunny
It's time to be Christmas. I am like it. I will take a bed at 6:35 in the morning. When I woke up, I suddenly realized that I may be late today, I laughed with myself "Just went here", my mother is very early. Just got up, helped me my meal - Yangchun side eggs. In fact, every time I face this bowl of noodles, I am very contradictory, I am not eaten, but I think that my mother is so early, or finished. I usually brush your teeth after eating breakfast, today is no exception, brush your teeth, after the washing is finished, I have to go out.
It's so cold outside, probably I haven't awake the relationship, even if the cold wind blows on my face, I have never lifted my spirit. I just went out of the community. I came to the tunnel four lines - I must take every day Bus, although this car is very crowded, you can keep you getting off the car, but I am still very grateful to the opening of this bus, because if not it, I may still sit in the river. Although this may be very romantic.
50 minutes later. . . . .
After the car, look at the watch is 7:40, it seems late to be sure, because there is still a 20-minute walk from the school, the sure is a little late, huh, maybe you can touch the ride. The classmates send me a process. Unfortunately, until the school, I haven't hit a known thing. At this time, my brain suddenly flashed an ugly face - our class teacher, it seems to be said to him, the side, too uncomfortable, this sample me I haven't had a good sense of him, or a teacher, in addition to Monday's class commented a A A competition, and what many older words, so I am not interested in his class. I have always hidden in my high school in this type of hand, but this kind of teacher is not afraid of no jokes, and recently he is still stupid, once the class is called us to read the text, run out, come back I didn't know if he didn't know if he turned, when he turned, we went to the toilet, because after it came back, his suit was accidentally bundled in his trousers after he came back. I finally got to the school. Every time I traveled to the school gate. I will always find it is putting the light, then you will welcome my colors, oh, not a soldier, is the red sleeve seizure that is late. . . .
to be continued. . . .
