I came in a hurry, just as I walked in a hurry, and I hurried into the noisy classroom. The blackboard on that wall is a kind mother with a pink and black face, showing the glory of the past. The tables and chairs on the floor show their faces in the room. In the laughter in the chair, the book is willing to be an audience. The garden behind the room is a dream, not a reality, hidden in calligraphy and painting, showing the students' dreams. Looking for dreams, the sound of reading, reading a higher pitch, supporting a fighting spirit, shouting in the high fighting spirit. Then I can also study. Sound is the power of reunion, and fans are also accompanied. This moment is accompanied by a breeze. I came in a hurry, just as I left in a hurry. I held my voice down and joined the dream-seekers.
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