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念中学的时候,不知道什么叫宿舍;念大学的时候,不知道什么叫公寓。多年以后,当我攥着三千块一台的摩托罗拉手机给游子发彩信的时侯,忽然想起,那些和兄弟们蜷缩在墙角的大学岁月。“言子,快起床了,斧刀手(辅导员)来请安了!”我迷迷糊糊中听见游子扯着嗓门喊。“咋的啦?都给我起来到操场做早操去。”斧刀手说到就到,不容我翻个身偷一小会儿懒。只听整个207宿舍一片“窸窸窣窣”穿衣裤的声音。
When I was in middle school, I did not know what a dorm; when I was in college, I did not know what an apartment was. Years later, when I clutched a 3,000-piece Motorola cell-phone to send a message to Yukiko, I suddenly remembered those college days where my brothers were curled up in the corner. “Words, get up quickly, axes knives (counselors) to please!” I am drowsily heard the wanderer shouted. “What’s the matter? All up to the playground to do morning exercises to go.” Said ax arrived, I can not let myself turn a body steal a little while lazy. Just listen to the entire 207 dormitory a “窸 窸 窣 窣” wear underwear sound.