一闹铃响起的时候我还在做梦,喧闹的音乐不合时宜地把我惊醒。我还是直挺挺地躺着,任由气势磅礴的交响乐在耳边聒噪,一分钟之后,我终于受不了没完没了的振动,一个鲤鱼打挺坐了起来。我睡眼惺忪地叠被子,在黑暗中摸索到衣服,胡乱套到头上,然后拧开台灯,趿拉着拖鞋,往洗手间方向走去。刷牙的时候听到远处隐隐传来《运动员进行曲》,我叹了一口气,知道自己又起晚了。我火急火燎地换了鞋,把课桌上的书本塞到包里,然后踉踉跄跄一路小跑,连散开的鞋带也顾不上 I was still dreaming when an alarm was ringing, and the raucous music woke me up anachronistically. I still lay straight, let the magnificent symphony in the ear noisy, a minute later, I finally can not stand the endless vibration, a carp fight sit up. I sleepy eyes sleepy quilt, groping in the dark clothes, casually set to the head, and then unscrew the table lamp, pull the slippers, walked to the bathroom. When I heard the faint brush from the distance, “Athlete March”, I sighed and knew I was up late. I scrambled for shoes, the books on the desk stuffed bag, and then 踉 踉 跄 跄 trotted, and even spread the shoelace also refused to attend