"Come on, just. Write this on the blackboard."
I dreamed again, dreaming that I was sitting in the last row of the classroom, because the class and the same table were picked up by the mathematics teacher and wrote on the blackboard.
I walked up to the podium with my inner guilt and restlessness. I had no idea for the fifteen minutes. I looked at the west and saw the correct answer. X^2+y^2=3/4
"Hey, I know math is very good?" After he woke up, he was not willing. But I can clearly remember the math problem that trapped me in my dream, and gave a Sn, let me ask x, y.
After copying the 3/4 answer, I walked off the podium. Unfortunately, the math class had already finished class. I was eager to go home, and I asked the classmate to tell the teacher that I really wrote it.
Looking at the perfunctory eyes of my classmates, I left the school with confidence.
After voicing this illogical dream, I fell into meditation.
In the late summer of 2012, I approached you. That is my first military training, it is with you. Thank you for rebelling with me during the first year of high school. Thank you for growing up with me.
Later, I chose the text, I chose the text, Then the college entrance examination sprinted, you accompany me day and night, backwaters.
In the early summer of 2015, I waved and said goodbye to you. You said you have to go forward bravely, remember to come back to see you often.
I often dream of you when I go.
Dreaming of you at sunrise, under the sun, like a child who just woke up, Dreaming of you in the sky above the stars, quiet, stable.
I dreamed that the second model was terrible, and I kept crying and crying. I dreamed that I was called by the teacher to endorse, and I couldn’t help me. I dreamt that I ran wildly in the playground that was covered in the night.
Dreaming of standing in the cold wind holding a history book shivering but not willing to end early reading.
It’s weird, I obviously can’t extricate myself, Every time I dream of you, it will inevitably make me feel a little scared and a little bit painful.
I often write a pocket to miss you, Probably because you are always tied to my youth.
Often heard people say, It’s always the best, No wonder I always miss you.
I am doing very well now, even though I always miss you. Thank you from the heart, Thank you for accompanying me without regrets. Thank you for making me.
Please take care of yourself, I will always bless you, my alma mater.
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