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含羞暧昧的几分爱意,大大咧咧的一时不察。平淡如常的一句诗词,悄悄溜走的一句情话。这是我们都经历过的青春。那一年的夏天,暑气逼人,织成一道密不透风的墙,汗水滴湿了一张又一张试卷,身体的每一个细胞都在叫嚣,好烦。教室外面的泡桐树长得遮天蔽日,阳光透过翠绿的树叶扫在书页上,扯起斑驳的影子跳跃起伏。我被困于各种复杂的函数、几何之中,恼怒地从西博尔特骂到了陈景润,为什么要弄出数学这么一门人神共愤的学科?他坐在我的旁边,捧着一本躲过班主任夺命追杀,在各方势力多方围剿下幸存的某文集,突
Shame ambiguous a bit of love, careless moment unpredictable. As usual, a poem, quietly slip away a love affair. This is the youth we have all experienced. The summer of that year, the heat was pressing, weaving an air-tight wall with sweat dripping wet paper after paper, and every cell in the body was shouting and annoying. Paulownia tree outside the classroom grew soaked, the sun swept through the leaves on the pages of the green, pulling mottled shadows jumping ups and downs. I was trapped in a variety of complex functions, geometry, angrily from Siebolt scolded Chen Jingrun, why make a math so angry disciple? He sat next to me, holding a copy of escaped The teacher in charge of life and death, in all walks of life under the cover of a surviving collection, sudden