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清早的空气里弥漫着昨夜焚烧垃圾的味道,冰冷的雾气环绕在他身体周围,已是深秋,而他身上仍然只有一件单薄的毛衣。他是老师和同学眼中的坏孩子,打架,旷课,无恶不作。而父亲深重的叹气声,每每让他的心揪在一块。拮据的生活让他无奈。早读永远是无聊的,女生忙着吃零食,男生忙着谈论新出的游戏。他靠窗而坐,嘈杂的声音逼着他,于是撑着课桌,纵身一跃,他便到了低低矮窗户的外面,那是校园的一个角落,杂草丛生,却生机勃勃。他漫无目的地走着。然而,等一下,那是?
Early morning air filled with the smell of burning garbage last night, the cold mist around his body, late autumn, and he still has only a thin sweater. He is the bad boy in the eyes of the teacher and his classmates, fighting, absenteeism, and doing evil. The deep sigh of his father, often let him pull in a row. Damn life let him helpless. Morning reading is always boring, girls are busy eating snacks, boys are busy talking about the new game. He sat by the window, noisy voice forced him, so leaning on the desk, leap, he went outside the low-rise windows, that is a corner of the campus, overgrown, but vibrant. He walked aimlessly. However, wait a minute, that is?