I always think of you every lonely night in summer. I miss those bright and bright days, the season full of confusion and depression, my teachers, my friends, my favorite girls, the sadness and confusion I experienced during that time, and even the fatigue and psychological trauma caused by frequent exams.

On many, many days, I have always wanted to write down those unforgettable lives. But every time I recall, the flood of memories will flood my mind, and then something called tears will wet my cheeks. That time was like a crystal bead, but in retrospect, I saw the crystal-clear broken glass fall to the ground, as messy and broken as the sun passed through the branches, reflecting the brilliance of youth. two

That morning, when I walked through the flowers, I heard the sound of flowers blooming, just like the sound of ice cubes melting in the spring breeze and running water in the river. Ming Che is short, delicate and sad. I know I'm about to have a special season.

The unique scenery of our school always makes me smile in my dreams. The school is very small, from primary school to junior high school 12 classes. It is silent on the edge of the bustling town and always maintains its elegance and freshness. Although they are all tile houses, the tunnel surrounded by French phoenix trees, pine and cypress trees and various decorative vegetation in front of the classroom gives the school a romantic color. The school is very lonely, and the enterprise that runs the school gave up because of poor efficiency. The headmaster tried to maintain the school through various expenses. Nevertheless, the school raised funds to set up a "computer room". All the teachers and students are proud of the school, and the school also has the enrollment rate that makes other key middle schools jealous. Therefore, a large number of students who failed in the senior high school entrance examination come here every year. I transferred here with my deskmate Wang Qiang in the third grade. The school is far from home, so I can only board at school. There are only five dormitories in the school, all of which are occupied by our junior three students. Wang, Duan Xiaofeng, et al. Are attracted by the failure of the senior high school entrance examination. Probably because we have similar experiences with the school, we have a silent tacit understanding with the campus.

My life in the third grade turned me into a maglev train: the double track kept putting pressure on me to take the entrance examination, but I was rebellious but still forced to rush to the city focus. I am at a loss ahead, and I don't want to and dare to make all kinds of guesses about the future. I just want to enjoy the lingering and soothing wind while running.

At the beginning of March, I saw the school lawn turn green. Because there will be a physical examination for the senior high school entrance examination in mid-April, the school has arranged our exercise time. So starting from March, we have to accept the arduous task of training for two hours every morning.

Everyone in our boys' dormitory is a midnight elf and has the glorious title of "midnight orator". Generally, the lights are turned off at eleven or twelve in the middle of the night, and they get up in a hurry after seven the next day. So every morning, the class teacher will come to copy people, and those who don't get up will be slapped by the class teacher. On the first day of training, three people in our dormitory were killed and turned upside down. When the radio music started, I quickly got dressed, got out of bed, washed my face and brushed my teeth, rushed out of the door and quickly returned to the team. Then the PE teacher kicked the door of the dormitory and announced the names of the people who had not got up yet. Then I heard the jeers of the whole class. Afterwards, Zhang Chunlin said, Mom's PE teacher was a disgrace to us. I'm going to take the exam to discredit him!

I still can't figure out why I practiced long-distance running so hard. When all the classmates stopped, I still ran and ran. The handsome Wang in my roommate shouted that your boy had taken stimulants. I said, unlike your boy, I'm dying and I'm as leisurely as an old lady walking.

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Time passed so flatly, flowing into this special season, through our youth, through our confusion and sadness. After training every day, I entered the ocean of learning. I no longer criticize exam-oriented education, because I still have the desire to go to town. Everyone's face here looks so focused. Our fate is the same, and we all have to work hard to get into the market. I am moved every day, and I don't know whether I am glad or sad.

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Every night after the evening self-study, we will do exercises in the classroom. With piety and expectation. After 9: 30, except for special elements, we all went out of the classroom to do our own things. Some people go back to the dormitory to read and brag; There are people running, jumping and doing push-ups desperately on the runway.

March is the clearest spring, and the poplar trees on campus have grown leaves, making a sound in the night wind, which is soft and beautiful. I like lying on the lawn and looking up at the stars. I like to let the sultry night blend with the breath of early spring and occupy my mind. I just want to lie on the lawn and take a deep breath, with a comfortable smile on my face, and all the pressure and loss will disappear instantly. There are stars shining in the dark blue sky, and the gentle night wind brings fresh breath. At this time, I began to think about this problem. I saw a silver-white Tianma flying in the air with its wings spread. I gently waved to Tianma, which landed on the lawn on the night steps, picked me up and flew into the night sky again, with silver stars flashing around me. So I waved my hand, picked the stars and threw them on the ground, and gave them to the colorful night sky, to the girl who made a wish, and to my school as its most gorgeous decoration.

Then I went back to the corridor in front of the dormitory for a walk. The French buttonwood tree next to the aisle has just grown small yellow leaves, and the spotlight of the school in the distance shoots obliquely, and a tree shadow appears on the aisle. The starlight fell on the branches and smashed into pieces, like a mirror with cold silver light suddenly broken, and the lens made a gentle tapping sound, like the sound of finely crushing heavy metals. Duan Xiaofeng and Wang Qiang in the dormitory stood talking and laughing under the tree, while I was listening to the alienation of the shadows and the sign language of the night, lonely, spiritual and sincere.

Lying in bed, eight of us started dormitory life. Zhang Chunlin was punished for sleeping in class and copying books. There is nothing wrong with sleeping. What is wrong is that his snoring is too loud, which affects other students. Together, we ridicule history, talk about development, and create everything that exists and does not exist in the world. We have been together every night for a year, and each of us has become an orator and debater.

While we were talking excitedly, the teacher on duty suddenly burst in and ordered us to turn off the lights and go to bed. After lights out, we turned on the tape recorder and began to listen to music. At that time, an album by Dick and Cowboy was popular in our dormitory. One of the reasons is that all the other songs were confiscated by the boss. By the way, "Boss" is the head teacher of this class. He is called "boss" because he is distinguished, strong, conspicuous and has the posture of a big business owner.

Special reminder is that everyone must fall asleep before Zhang Chunlin, otherwise Zhang Chunlin's loud snoring will keep you awake all night!

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Still training hard in the morning. I like the air in the morning and the comfort of running with the wind. In the eyes of other people's lazy people, the feeling of running crazier and crazier is unparalleled. But I tried many times this summer, but I couldn't find that refreshing feeling. The feeling of running with the wind has become a commemoration for me, commemorating what I once owned.

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I really like orange; I admire girls with long hair in nature. I once had a crush on a girl. Her orange windbreaker fluttered in front of my eyes for three seasons, and her long hair shook to the last memory of the third grade. Her name is Mu Zi.

She has academic achievements that others can't catch up with; She lost more freedom. Every time I see her tired eyes struggling ashore in the ocean of exercises, I always feel sad for several days. I know that after June, we will go our separate ways, and maybe in the fleeting time, we will never meet again. I don't want to keep her in my heart, I know there should be an ending.

April 1 day, the day when the dead don't pay for their lives.

When I returned to my dormitory in the evening, Duan Xiaofeng told me that he would write a love letter to a girl. Because of her poor literary talent and poor font, she asked me to write a ghost letter. Everyone else echoed and said, yes, yes, yes, you should think about your buddy's lifelong event. I tried my best to refuse, but I was outnumbered, so I said I didn't have any manuscript paper, and I'll talk about it later. At this time, Zhang Chunlin enthusiastically snatched a very beautiful writing paper from the dormitory next door. So I wrote a love letter like lyric prose, trying to write it in an inclusive way, leaving an artistic blank. I believe that the love letter I wrote to him can give every girl goose bumps. Write the letter without signature. Then ask Xiaofeng to send the name on the cover of April Fool's Day!

The next day, Peng Fei told me that this letter was sent to Mu Zi with my name on it.

In the afternoon, I received a rejection letter, which was somewhat euphemistic. I smiled and accepted it like a refusal. There are always many secrets in life. I believe that everyone has their own youthful feelings, and there is no need to talk to anyone, and there is no need to promise anyone. Every time I recall, the flowers are still fragrant and the trees are still warm, although they have taken different routes after separation.

Although I told myself that I got a happy rejection, I still couldn't get rid of disappointment.

Two days later, the girl who fell in love with Zhang Chunlin for three years wrote. The first sentence in the letter is "Although roses are beautiful, their thorns are even more chilling". What follows is that we are in the learning period and can't fall in love with the soil. Her letter is really chilling. When he is sad, Wang is staring at a letter in a daze-every day before lunch, he will take out the letter, stare at it for ten minutes, and then look at the envelope back and forth.

Finally, I learned that it was a letter from the girl he fell in love with.

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The physics teacher said that with the increase of action, the reaction will also increase. I don't understand.

I burned the award-winning certificate that can add 20 points to the senior high school entrance examination sadly, but I don't know what is the reason for my sadness and the reason for burning the award-winning certificate. That Sunday night, I quietly struck a match, looked at the award certificate and cried my eyes red, then turned into a withered gray butterfly and flew away. I feel sad for no reason.

Many things don't need a reason.

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I found myself losing a lot in the physical education exam. It turns out that giving the invigilator a pack of mid-range cigarettes can get full marks. I practiced hard for more than a month and bought several hundred yuan of supplements before the exam. I was so tired that I was deducted several points! I have to re-understand the headmaster's famous saying that good steel should be used in the cutting edge.

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I can't describe life in April and May. We fly around like wandering geese, fall coldly like yellow sand, and wander on the edge of the age of innocence. Although there is no comfort, we can still see the bright sunshine by snuggling up to each other under the same circumstances. ...

April and May are the days when teachers are crazy and students are presumptuous. What is exciting is that after the last mock exam ended at 4 pm, school was over and there was no evening self-study.

The sunshine is still bright and clear. I climbed the buttonwood tree with the little prince, sat on the branch and read The Little Prince in the most leisurely tone. I heard the sound of the wind blowing gently, the sound of leaves colliding, and the way the sun danced naughtily on the leaves and landed on the book. I felt my bright eyes flashing happily with the fluctuation of the green sunshine.

When the sunlight became blurred and there was a mixture of Xia Hong, I jumped out of the tree and played basketball with my roommate. We ran and jumped on the court, bared our teeth and sweated tirelessly. Finally, I sang "Sailor" and scattered in the evening breeze. ...

In the elegant spring, there are often delicate raindrops floating by.

The drizzle is falling with her lingering feelings. The campus in the rain is like a simple picture, covered with cement, with a little charm of Jiangnan water town, but better than her is the lawn of Fatong pine and cypress and the white flowers planted by students in front of the classroom. I like sitting on a big stone, holding the flute horizontally, indulging the flute sound, letting the rain drop from the black hair tip, nourishing my slightly thirsty heart. A girl walks in the rain, and a boy shoots a long-awaited look into the air with open arms. ...

We have lost the habit of studying in the classroom after studying at night. The closer we get to the senior high school entrance examination, the crazier we play. Because SARS was raging at that time, the grandfather who guarded the door would spray disinfectant in the classroom every night. We boys and girls won't go in to play until the medicine tastes weak. For example, playing gobang, reading novels, reading comics, chatting and bragging. In order to prevent accidents, there is always a sentry at the door. Sadly, girls never ride the wind.

However, even smart people sometimes nod their heads. We all fell down that night.

At about ten o'clock, the night wind gently dragged the grass back and forth, and the lawn in May also grew into emerald green. We spread some rolls of summer sleeping mats on the lawn, and everyone sat on the lawn chatting except a few sleepy people. And turn on the tape recorder to listen to music at full volume. Listen to the brothers sleeping on my upper bunk, the fruits of summer, the songs of Tayu Lo Xu Huaiyu, and the melancholy and sadness mixed in the wind.

Later, we tuned to the radio frequency and listened to china national radio's report on the Iraqi war. Listen, listen, we began to comment that George W. Bush was useless and prayed that Blair would get mad cow disease ... You said it with great care and suddenly found that you hadn't laughed like this for a long time.

After the comments, I tuned to the traffic music station and listened to a midnight program called Campus Grassland. The voice of the host is like the sound of a stream in the depths of a mountain, with endless aftertaste. This time, the host read an article written by junior three students as a souvenir. We just shook our heads after reading a little. Just as we were about to comment, suddenly a bright light came, and then we heard Lao Xu's cry "Don't move". We immediately went to the dormitory with a bang, and then there was a teacher with a flashlight in the dormitory. I realized that we were planted today. Lao Xu arrived later and walked in tandem on both sides of us. We must stand in a line and wait for something to happen. The final result was that I wrote my own review and was severely reprimanded by the principal.

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The memory of June is almost blank. I have never been so calm. I am very grateful to Mu Zi for his words in my yearbook. When I passed the aisle the night before the exam, I found that there were no more fragmented shadows on the ground. The leaves of buttonwood are so dense that starlight can no longer pass through. That night, while listening to Sailor and Light the Stars, we fell asleep with a sweet smile.

I miss the feeling that the wind lifted my forehead hair when I rode my bike to the examination room with my classmates. I miss the way you chased me on the asphalt road, and the flowers are overflowing. I miss the fresh and beautiful air that morning. I miss Zhang Chunlin's naughty smile when he checked SARS at the school gate. I miss the absentmindedness when we sat together on the beautiful campus and did the last browsing before entering school. I miss the trusting eyes of the girl I once secretly loved. ...

After entering the examination room, my mood remained calm until I walked out with a smile. Then get on the bike and go back to school in the wind. I don't want to mention my roommate's mood, because it will affect my most vivid memories since grade three.

In the next few exams, I still kept a peaceful heart until I finished the last one on the morning of June 14. In these two short days, my friend Wu Yanbao and I had our last heart-to-heart contact on the bike. The last time I saw Mu Zi's long hair fluttering in the wind.