A metre of paradise
In July 2002, he entered his senior year of high school early
Although the summer vacation of the second year of high school just began, but the school for us to pity the two months of vacation, so we lived up to expectations, very skillfully shuttle in the cram school. I officially handed over the position of deputy editor of the school newspaper, and sat in the classroom reading the formulas on the blackboard, the smell of sweat mixed with the fan swelling uncontrollably. In those days, the college entrance examination was as far away as the horizon, and the blackboard at the back of the classroom seemed to have a sense of advance and liked to use hours to calculate the time from the college entrance examination. The result was counterproductive to make us think that the college entrance examination was hundreds of years later, and that huge number made us feel at ease. Tutoring, class for us but like a psychological comfort, we wear the title of senior three every day on time to sit here to read, sleep, chat. When he got home, he still used the Internet, rented DVDS, watched lousy TV shows and talked on the phone so much that his parents hated him. Life was good, so good that we forgot when to change from short sleeves to long sleeves. We ushered in the real third year in a piece of hustle and bustle.