1995年秋天,我考进了沈阳的一所中专学校。接到录取通知书时的欢喜刹那间被高额的学费扼杀得杳无踪影。求爷爷、告奶奶,好不容易凑够三千元钱。带着父母的嘱托,亲友的期望,乡邻的希冀,迎着金秋的霞光,我踏上了求学之路。走进都市,感到一切都很新奇。雄伟的建筑,豪华的商场,优美的街景,流行的服装,我不敢顾盼。 In the fall of 1995, I was admitted to a secondary school in Shenyang. The joy of accepting the offer letter was instantly stifled by the high tuition fees. Seeking grandfather, grandmother, finally got enough three thousand dollars. With my parents’ exhortations, the expectations of relatives and friends, the hopes of the neighbors, greeted by the golden sunset, I embarked on the road to study. Into the city, I feel everything is novel. Majestic architecture, luxury shopping malls, beautiful streetscapes, popular clothing, I can not wait.