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那一年,我十七岁,酷热的暑假刚刚过去,录取通知书如鸿雁而至。我将要就读的学校在几百公里外的省城。母亲送我去学校。学校在城南,校门是新建的,阔大、气派。到了寝室安顿时,我们的心都降到了冰点:砖木的两层楼,据说是隔壁部队遗留的,楼板踩上去咯咯响,竟然还没有我们读中学的教室好。趁我上厕所时,母亲悄悄离开了学校。我出来以后,遍寻母亲不着,就站在操场上,任眼泪横
That year, I was seventeen years old, the hot summer has just passed, Admission Notice such as the goose. The school I am about to attend is in the provincial capital hundreds of kilometers away. Mother sent me to school. School in the south, the school gate is new, broad, style. When the bedstead settled down, our hearts dropped to the freezing point: two floors of brick and wood were said to be left over by the troops next door. The floorboard was giggling, even though we did not have a good classroom for secondary school. While I was on the toilet, my mother quietly left the school. After I came out, searching for mothers, standing on the playground, tears horizontal