清晨六点,枕边的闹钟响起,尽管心里有一百个不情愿,还是不得不痛苦地爬起床。清晨七点,当街上才刚刚开始热闹起来的时候,我已经坐在了教室里面。阳光从窗户斜照进来,眼里看着温暖,周身却是冰冷的。同样冰冷的,还有耳边低沉的,连绵不断的背诵英语课文的嗡嗡声。终于课间休息,没有人走出教室,最多也不过是有三两个人,站在教室后面,小声地说着话,说话的声调,依然是沉闷压抑的。每天唯一盼望的,只有临睡前的那一刻快些到来。 At six o’clock in the morning, the alarm clock on the pillow was ringing. Despite having a hundred reluctance in my heart, I had to climb up in pain. At seven o’clock in the morning, when the street was just beginning to buzz up, I was sitting in the classroom. The sunlight came in through the windows and looked warm in the eyes. The whole body was cold. The same cold, there are deep ears, continuous reciting the hum of English texts. After finally resting between classes, no one walked out of the classroom. At best, there were only three or two people. Standing behind the classroom, speaking quietly, the tone of speech was still depressing. The only hope of the day, only the moment before going to sleep will come soon.