这个夏天,我沉浸在孤独里面。朋友们都在外面上各种各样的补习班,隐匿在这城市的楼群中。我习惯在上午上网,在这大好时光,好友名单里那些熟悉的头像只会是灰暗。期末考试。领成绩单。学农。在这些程序运行时,我们一直在笑,一直在闹,真的不是强作欢颜。关于离别,我们心照不宣。在接近期考的那一段时间里,老师发下来许多试卷给我们做练习。每次一拿到试卷我总习惯性地在左边写下姓名班级,然后惆怅地想,以后便不能在自己 This summer, I am immersed in loneliness. Friends are on the outside of a variety of cram, hidden in the city buildings. I’m used to surfing the internet in the morning. During this great time, those familiar avatars on my buddy list will only be gloomy. Final exam. Lead transcripts. Learn farming. While these programs are running, we’ve been laughing and have been making fun. It is not really a joke. About farewell, we are tacit. During the period of approaching examination, the teacher issued many papers to us to do exercises. Each time I get a paper I always habitually write down the name of the class on the left, then melancholy thought, can not be in the future