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六月,带着专属夏季的热情狂躁,如夏花般绚烂。你却常说,“我俩就像是两条平行线,绝不可能相交”。十四岁,一个稚气未脱又充满压力的年纪。我们谈天说地,爱幻想,又脱离不了现实的禁锢。那时的我,张扬、热爱文学典籍,却深受数学苦恼。我捧着一张布满红叉的数等试卷,面对教室中同学们的笑逐颜开,我会强颜欢笑地说:“没什么,这次考不好,下次一定行。”我也会把卷子藏在身后,悄悄地用力,仿佛要把这个世界捏碎股将卷子攥成一团。
In June, with summer enthusiasm, such as summer flowers. You often say, “We are like two parallel lines and we can never meet each other.” At the age of fourteen, a childish and stressful age. We talk about the world, love fantasy, and we can not escape the shackles of reality. At that time, I was afflicted by mathematics because I was public and loved literature. I held a number of papers filled with red crosses and faced the smiles of the students in the classroom. I would say with a strong smile: “Nothing, this test is not good. The next time I will do it.” Hide the paper behind him and quietly use it, as if it were to squish the world into pieces.