我读高中时,学校离家比较近。从学校后面的小门出发,趟过一条小河,走过一片树林,就可以远远看到村里升起的袅袅炊烟了。尽管如此,我却很少回家。记得我高三最后一次回家时,距高考只有一个月了。那天傍晚,我走在回家的路上,晚风轻拂着面庞,心情却总也舒畅不起来,甩不开教室天花 When I was in high school, the school was closer to home. From the small gate behind the school, passing a small river and passing through a forest, you can see the smoke rising from the village. Despite this, I rarely go home. I remember when my third home was last time, it was only one month from the college entrance examination. That evening, I walked on the way home. The evening breeze blew my face, but I was not happy at all. I couldn’t shake the classroom ceiling.