乌龙茶的氤氲后面,我吃力地嚼着一袋名唤“香榧”的坚果——实在不如名字的秀气,食之倒还有一种朴拙的苦与香。卸下八公分高的鞋,我仿佛听到了脚的呐喊,袜子已经是湿湿的,浸渍的,是痛的汗。一直不敢去碰那个抽屉,里面乱糟糟却仍烘云托月般地显露着天蓝色的成绩册。很忧郁的天蓝。痛定思痛,痛何如哉! 开学后,我的双休日将被画上句号。在高三,忙碌着是快乐的,我希望那是我接下来的样子。用300天搏一生,有点功利,确是事实。 Behind the oolong tea, I painfully chewed on a bag of nuts called “Toon” - it was not as good as the name, and there was a kind of simple bitterness and aroma. Remove the eight-centimeter-high shoes, I seem to hear the cry of the feet, socks are already wet, impregnated with painful sweat. I never dared to touch the drawer, but the mess was still drying up and revealing the sky blue grade books. Melancholy sky blue. After a school start, my weekend will be marked with a full stop. In the third year, busy is happy, I hope that is my next look. It’s true that using 300 days for a lifetime is a bit utilitarian.