一为什么高三的生活那么苦,却有那么多人怀念?那个时候,有理想,有方向,有热血,现在却只有迷茫。半梦半醒间,听见舍友起床的声音。嘟囔着摸索手机,咒骂无聊而又需要早起的课程。开了机还没来得及看时间,舍友已经上完厕所又爬上床,顿时又幸福地合上眼睛。我们睡觉,我们接着睡觉,我们起床去买午饭。我们看着韩国大妈编剧们意淫出来的电视剧,让越花越多的生活费买来的米饭转化成一堆肥肉。我们因为迟到坐在教室前排,正大光明地睡觉玩 Why is the life of the third year so bitter, but so many people miss? At that time, there are ideals, there are directions, there is blood, but now only confused. Half-awake half-awakened, I heard the voice of my roommate to get up. Mumble to explore the phone, cursing boring and need to get up early course. Have not had time to open the machine to see the time, the roommate has finished the toilet and climbed to bed, suddenly close his eyes happily. We sleep, we go to sleep, we get up and buy lunch. We watched the TV series that Korean aunt writers obsessed with, turning the rice bought with more living expenses into a pile of fat meat. We were asleep to sit in the front of the classroom, play and play