那是多年前的一个清晨了,我那时正上中学。在此之前,我每天都是不情不愿去学校,懒洋洋在那里熬一天,然后回家,敷衍了事地做作业。实际上,我这种习惯从上小学就开始了,日复一日,年复一年,我认为我的人生没得选择,只能如此。可是那天早上,不知为什么,也许是窗前的麻雀叫得太欢,也许是院里的桂花香得太过浓郁,反正是我竟然比平时早起了四十多分钟,根本没有劳母亲三请四催。 It was an early morning many years ago, and I was in high school. Prior to this, I was reluctant to go to school every day, lazing there for a day, and then go home and do things homework. In fact, my habit begins with elementary school. Day after day and year after year. I think there is no choice in my life. But that morning, I do not know why, maybe the windowpane was so delightful, maybe the sweet scented osmanthus in the courtyard was too rich. Anyway, I actually started more than forty minutes earlier than usual, Reminder