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After struggling for a long time, I still want to write down what I think of, regardless of readability, no matter what, just try my best to record the moment that I think of at this moment, and record this exciting moment. remember.
I think of my third year of high school, the last thirty days, the last classroom. Because of the layout of the examination room, we collectively moved to an old teaching building, where the tables, chairs and walls are much older, and we can find more historical memories. The broken table has been imprinted by several generations: Confession It seems that one of our pleasures is to look for these memories from seniors and sisters! Look at what the “predecessors” left for us, and leave something for future generations
Maybe every class of students will say goodbye to this school here. Many imprints are left by senior high school students, and there are many encouraging words and inspirational slogans. No matter where they will go in the future, at least for a while, they are full of the best longing for the outside world.
The old classrooms are not only dilapidated, they don’t even have air conditioners! Only the fan, under the strong hormones, the summer is surprisingly hot, the fan is whistling and spinning desperately, we take advantage of the last little time to work harder, hoping to save one wrong question and get one or two more points.
The goal at that time was so simple, I just wanted to get rid of exhaustion as soon as possible and end this difficult high school; I wanted to finish the exam as soon as possible and welcome the summer vacation of two or three months; I wanted to go out to eat popsicles, swim, play games, stay up all night, stay up late, and be with my classmates Sing and drink.
Youth, of course, passes away quietly in the beautiful longing and step by step wandering
I still remember that in that dilapidated classroom, the teacher’s voice could not be heard in the back row. The familiar teacher standing on the podium shrank to a point, and his voice seemed to be thinner, as if he was severely blocked by the heat wave.
Taken on June 9, 2018
Yes, that classroom has a high floor, and was scorched by the sun earlier. It seems that I have rarely seen that kind of heat wave. I don’t know if it’s the relationship between the floors, or it’s because it’s hard to have a room full of test papers and manuscript paper in my future life. table.
The sunlight shining on the curled homework paper that I have worked so hard on seems to be seldom smelled in the future.
The arms are also very unsatisfactory, and they are always sweating. Where the sun shines, even if the light runs away contentedly, it will leave a mark on the same place for a long time
The paper that is placed on the table will always become a public item for everyone, and will be completely soaked in sweat before completing its mission
No one cares about such things wow, the class was the real class back then, and that might be the last “class” ever
The college entrance examination was more like an end in our hearts at that time. Everyone was looking forward to the arrival of that day. The teacher said that we should put our mentality adjustment first. An oversized graph paper notebook for notes, passed around the class, not for reading notes, not for anything study related, just for playing backgammon on this wonderful checkered board!
The last little light of youth was sprinkled on those graph papers, but the whole class was very happy, maybe everyone knew it very well, they all knew that they had reached the bottleneck of knowledge, and they wanted to have some fun, let The pressure of the college entrance examination can be less uncomfortable, try to make yourself believe what the teacher told us to relax: it is really just an ordinary weekly exam, just a very ordinary and ordinary exam.
The windows of that classroom also creaked and could not be closed, and there would always be wind pouring in, the kind of wind that only belongs to summer, it doesn’t matter what precious senior high school students we are, it’s all blowing in. The heat wave directly hits the face and body, dispersing our tense nerves
I believe that everyone likes to open the window. With the windows open, I can see far and far away: those who are about to take the college entrance examination, the classrooms I used to sit in, the friends who went to the store to buy snacks after class, and there are not many high school students who feel the pressure of the college entrance examination. Classmates, looking at them, sometimes mutter a few regrets, if they go back to the beginning, they have to study hard. Or laugh at them a few words, why are they still hanging around outside, don’t they feel the pressure of the college entrance examination! There are also water towers in the distance, and the ringing of bells for exercises between classes. Yes, our last inter-class exercise has been squandered by us.
There is no balcony in the old classroom, the corridor is inside, there is no protrusion on the outer wall, and there is no external air conditioner. If you poke your head out, you might see other students from other classes who also come out to get some air. Now everyone can’t stand the anxious waiting, or the depressed mood. Many people in the same grade know each other, and some couples may take this opportunity to express their love. Although it is said that dating is not allowed, the teacher will not care about this last chance. The wind outside the window seems to be cooler, more breathable, and more comfortable than the wind blowing into the house. Sometimes I stick my head out and don’t want to do anything, just want to let go. There are not many places where you can stick your head out, and the time between classes is also precious. Every time the window sill is crowded with people, vying for those “VIP seats”, but they dare not be too crowded. The heat wave is always step by step. The flood of people came in, retreating many footsteps wanting to be free.
I don’t know how much I have contributed to the final charge in this classroom during the last thirty days, maybe a little bit, maybe not at all, my memory of learning is vague, I just remember good friends Dragonfly took the last high school photo for me on the podium. As the class monitor, I posted some graduation materials and made some unnutritious scenes. Before I left, no one would think that it was true and that it was the last time.
Some classmates, some faces, maybe this is really the last time we meet
When leaving, the teacher said that you don’t need to take everything with you. Yes, we don’t need to take anything away. Those questions on the test paper may never be encountered again. Those details worth noticing may be completely forgotten after a night’s sleep. Those friends are clear and firm. , I don’t know if I can meet again with pure eyes. Those books that were taken away may never be opened, those classmate records that were secretly distributed, and I don’t know when I will see them again, those simple and hard student lives will never come back, the kind of I don’t know if there will be a simple goal, continuous efforts, and the mentality and belief of continuous persistence. But what I can be sure of is that the hot wind that hugs each other at high places, the whirring fan, the sweat that can never be wiped off, and the simple laughter will never happen again.
Taken on June 25, 2018
First published on April 18, 2020, modified on July 17, 2023
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