当最后一个“金苹果”亮起的时候,我很平静地接受了2002,记得千禧年的那一刻我是在尖叫的,现在却已经习惯了每一个所谓的新的开始。每一个“新”的开始似乎都有一个雷同的过程。不变的每天上学放学,在每年的常规节假日与朋友出去“发疯”,同时担心成绩不漂亮,担心高考又改政策。照样吃妈妈做的味道不变的菜,听爸爸念叨措辞相同的 When the last “Golden Apple” was on, I accepted it quietly in 2002. I remember that I was screaming at the moment of the millennium. Now I’m used to every so-called new start. The beginning of every “new” seems to have a similar process. Unchanged schooling every day, going out with friends on a regular holiday every year, “going crazy,” and worrying about not doing well at the same time, worried about the college entrance examination and changed the policy. I still eat my mother’s tasteless dishes and listen to my father’s words.