倒计时:100天上午9点,阳光温和地洒在大地上,一圈200米的操场被一千多号学生挤得满满当当。站在前排的同学在老师近乎凶狠的目光中挺直腰杆充着场面,后面的学生却已经东倒西歪了。校长在主席台上滔滔不绝地讲着,底下一片骚乱,校长口中这100天的重要性似乎被忘却。校长光光脑门儿反射着太阳光,让我立刻联想到物理课上的小灯泡。似乎没有人在仔细听讲话。成长,是无趣的。 Countdown: 100 days at 9 am, the sun gently sprinkled on the earth, a 200-meter playground was crowded by more than a thousand students packed. Standing in the front row of students near the fierce eyes of the teacher straight straight waist filled with scenes, the back of the students have been crooked. The headmaster talked endlessly on the podium. Underneath it was a riot. The importance of these 100 days at the headmaster’s school seemed to be forgotten. The headmaster reflected light in the sunlight, so I immediately thought of a small bulb in physics class. No one seems to be listening carefully. Growing is boring.