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Chapter 12 Sweetness
When describing high school dormitory life, we may often see labels such as "high pressure", "tiredness", "non-stop questioning", "drowsiness", "anxiety", etc., because the main theme is slightly bitter, so the occasional little sweetness will It seems particularly rare.

Sunset is really romantic, and it must be limited to the school.

In the evening, I had a good meal and walked to the class with my roommates, watching the sunset turn the sky red, and then slowly turn it into a light pink.

The last ray of light fell on the teaching building, like the gold leaf paper on the decoration, which is very beautiful.

Watching the sunset is really a very romantic thing, and the topic of chatting with roommates will change from the current exam topic to about what kind of future we will have, what kind of major we study, or what kind of life we ​​hope to become. people.

Especially after the last get out of class in the afternoon, I rushed out of the classroom as the sun was setting, and ran to the corridor with my roommate to look at the salted egg yolk.

Beautiful things always have a magical healing power, which makes you feel that many times, you bite the bullet and stick to many things. If you survive, you will have a bright future.

The school radio station plays songs at mealtimes.

Most of the time, it is ordered by a certain classmate to a certain classmate, and a blessing is added.

I remember that when I was in the first year of high school, in November, I didn't know everyone very well.

The roommates each paid two yuan, and each ordered a song by Xue Zhiqian, and then they were booked out by Lao Xue's song all afternoon.

In fact, when I am at home, I often play Lao Xue's songs outside.

But the feeling of listening to music at school is different from that at home.

What kind of feeling would you suddenly feel wronged, but happy at the same time?

A lot of complex emotions, sudden and uncontrollable.

Many times later, when I heard Lao Xue’s song at school, or the head teacher played Lao Xue’s MV in class, I felt that day was a lucky day. I had to write a lot of words in my diary for evening self-study, describing me. What a joy.

I have always believed that life needs a sense of ritual.

Why are some days called holidays, because they are different from ordinary days.

Since it is a different day, we must have something different.

Generally, like Halloween, Christmas, and even Children's Day, I will buy a lot of candy online in advance.

When everyone goes to eat at night, my roommate and I will eat a little faster than usual, and then run to the class, and each person will be given a piece on the table.

Sometimes it’s milk sticks, sometimes it’s Fuji lollipops, and the candies are different every time.

Although there are a few students in the class, I really don't like it very much, but this does not affect my sense of ceremony in giving them a candy.

During the New Year, there will be more greeting cards.

I can really stay up for several noon, take the postcard I brought from home on the weekend, write my blessings, and then run to the class in the afternoon to give to the classmates who are good at playing.

The most impressive New Year's greeting card is that of Dashuai. It can be seen that the writing is very perfunctory, because the picture on the front of the greeting card and the words on the back of it are in opposite directions.

The content of the greeting card is very short, as if there is a charge for writing an extra word.

Dashuai: Happy New Year!

I returned the greeting card: "Can't you write more?"

1 minute later.
"Happy New Year!
happy New Year!

happy New Year! "

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On Children's Day, my mother will discuss with the class teacher and go to a big supermarket to buy some milk and snacks for delivery.

On Christmas Eve, the head teacher will wholesale several boxes of apples, and pick them up one by one according to the order of the seats. When you get the apples, you will hear the head teacher nagging "study hard".

On the last day of school, Father Sheng bought a large box of Red Bull and wrote on the blackboard, wishing us the gold medal titles, full of bullishness.

The head teacher went to Pinduoduo to wholesale a lot of red ropes with the inscription on the gold list. Although we kept complaining about it, we wore it on our wrists and never took it off until the day we left school.

If life in high school was full of hardships, at least I would only feel lucky that I finally escaped.

But the little bit of sweetness that is intertwined is unforgettable. No matter how long it takes, it will bring tears to my eyes when I recall it.

(End of this chapter)