静谧的教室,只能听到笔在纸上划出的沙沙声,温暖的暖气包围着我们这些学子。我拿着草稿纸开始演算无尽的数学题,用圆珠笔画出一条数轴,标上正轴方向和原点。看着这条只有一个箭头的轴线,脑子里想到的却是我们同样也只有一个方向的高中路。两年前的我们,怀揣着对高中生活无尽的憧憬和向往,来到了这个决定人生方向的第一个岔路口。 Quiet classrooms, can only hear the pen rustle on the paper paddling, warm warm surrounded by these students. I took the scratch paper to start an endless math problem, using a ball-point pen to draw a number of axes, marked positive direction and origin. Looking at this axis, which has only one arrow, what we have in mind is the same high school road where we also have only one direction. Two years ago, we came to this first fork in the direction of life, carrying endless dreams and yearning for high school life.