This lesson is an information lesson.

Approaching the last monthly exam of this semester, everyone in the classroom sat quietly in their seats and studied by themselves. Occasionally, there was the sound of a discussion of a problem, interspersed with the mechanical sound of the hands turning sleeplessly.

I don't know who shouted that it was snowing, and the whole class was like firecrackers lit by a match for a moment, and it was about to explode. Then came the sound of tables and chairs moving, and the chairs were pushed away at will, streaking across the floor, leaving only a harsh, shrill sound.

Shen Qiong slept in a daze, and before she could react, more than half of the sixty people in the class were gone. The table mate grabbed her and ran out of the classroom, and a group of people stood in the hallway and screamed like children who had never seen the world.

The corridors are crowded and lively.

A gust of cold wind blew, Shen Qiong finally sobered up a lot, wiped her eyes with her hands, and hurriedly looked towards the crowded place, trying to find a familiar figure. Unintentionally skimming into the window, I saw a familiar side face, but I quickly withdrew my gaze.

It turned out that he was not interested and was still writing questions in the classroom.

The snow is heavy and falls on all things in this heaven and earth. Shen Qiong suddenly remembered an ancient text that he had learned a long time ago, which wrote, 'What is the snow like, not like the catkins rising because of the wind'.

It's beautiful.

Shen Qiong brushed her wind-blown hair, and couldn't help but admire the miracle of the Creator again.

But when I glanced at the window, the beautiful side face didn't move, what a weirdo.

But before he could enjoy the beauty of the day, the teaching director rushed to the classroom angrily, and said loudly: "Class 1, go into the classroom, go to class, you want to rebel!" ”

Everyone probably knows the temper of this teaching director, and they don't dare to go up openly, so they can only scold a couple of sentences in their hearts, and then obediently go back to the classroom to write questions.

This is the end of the second semester of the second year of high school.

The snow that fell, I didn't expect it to be the only snow in Shen Qiong's high school days.

It's the kind of snow that looks like goose feathers, not impersonal hail and freezing rain.

It's a pity that I didn't watch the snow with him, and I didn't have new tea and snow water to write poems and paintings.

After Shen Qiong's last monthly exam, the whole person looked much more relaxed, and she was writing repeated question types every day. The head teacher did not make a sound, and he came to the class in the evening self-study and said that the only Chinese exercise book should be completed. So Shen Qiong, who was going to memorize the political syllabus, resigned herself to her fate, and took out the brand-new language workbook from under the box, and all of them were blank.

The atmosphere in the classroom will be more lively after the exam, the class leader yelled a few words of silence and it was useless, and the disciplinary committee members also symbolically shouted a few words, and the sound of the conversation was a little smaller, but it still affected the homework. At this time, MP3 played a good role, Shen Qiong pulled out the headphones from her pocket, plugged them in, and calmly adjusted up the little ones she liked.

At this moment, Shen Qiong looked up suddenly and saw that Zhou Maowen was also wearing headphones.

Doing the same thing as him, suddenly a little happy.

The singer in the headphones suddenly stopped singing with a hoarse throat and switched to a live lyrical music.

The familiar female singer was admiring the starry light of this scene, and the familiar tone reappeared as if it was yesterday, Shen Qiong's writing hand slived, leaving a black irregular line on the homework paper, abrupt and ugly.

She almost forgot how she liked last week......

But the female voice in the headphones is still singing, "The world is changing, love divides the sentient person into two ends, if the heart knows the direction of the Lingxi, even if it can't be accompanied day and night, the moonlight in the city, illuminates the dream, please warm his heart......"