2008年新年伊始,我所在的高中一年级分文理班。我坐在陌生的教室,看着周围陌生的同学,寂寞便一丝丝地从心底涌出,成溪,成河,成江,成海,那种无奈的感觉仿佛一只蚂蚁掉进了旋涡。我百无聊赖地把手伸到桌子里,摸到一本用过的作业本。我 At the beginning of the new year of 2008, my senior high school class was divided into liberal arts classes. I sat in an unfamiliar classroom and looked at the strange classmates around us. Loneliness flowed from the bottom of my heart to the river, into a stream, into a river, into a river, and into the sea. The sense of helplessness seemed to be like an ant falling into a vortex. I bored my hands to the table and touched a used workbook. I