总是不太刻意地去回忆起那一年,它是我的第二次青春,以那样奋不顾身的姿态在我的青春里再次刻下烙印,那样深的痕迹,那样的悲与喜。6月8号的下午,在全体起立那一刻,我的心里只剩一个念头:完了。呆若木鸡似地看着监考老师收走我的卷子,麻木地走出教室,走出校门。直到回到了家我的思维仿佛还停在考试的情景里,那种心情是无法用语言来形容的,数学因为思考几个选择题而舍去了几个 It is always not too deliberate to recall that year, it is my second youth, with such a strenuous gesture in my youth once again imprinting, so deep traces, so sad and happy. On the afternoon of June 8, at the moment when all stood up, there was only one thought left in my heart: finished. Rudely looked at the eunuch teacher took away my test paper, numbly out of the classroom, out of school. Until I got home, my mind seemed to stop in the exams scene, the mood can not be described in words, mathematical thinking because of several multiple choice and gave up a few