同一条小路,有人看到的是鸟语花香,有人听到的是嘈杂的声音,有的人可能只是步履匆匆,仅仅只是个过客。每天走在放学的路上,我看到的是一成不变的景色:一排排树,一排排路灯,川流不息的车辆。日复一日,年复一年。又到周一了,我不喜欢周一,不是因为繁重的文化课,也不是因为繁杂的作业,只是因为体育课。说来可笑,我记忆中的体育课是没有这么的无趣,也没有这么的悲伤。如果换作以前,我应该正在操场上无忧无虑地奔跑,自由自在地释放,可我为什么要坐在这儿,为什么不加入他们呢? The same path, some people see the flowers, some people hear the noisy voice, some people may just walk in haste, just a passing. Every day walking on the way out of school, I saw the same scene: rows of trees, rows of street lights, steady stream of vehicles. Day after day, year after year. And on Monday, I do not like Monday, not because of heavy cultural classes, nor because of the complicated assignments, just because of physical education. To be ridiculous, I remember the physical education is not so boring, nor so sad. If I switched, I should be running carefree on the playground, free to release, but why should I sit here, why not join them?