流年

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     I should have sat in the classroom reading the theory of journalism, history of communication or French after supper, but I was inexplicablely annoyed and didn't wanna go back to that room.

     There must be quite a few things that snacks won't cure, but I don't know many of them.  So I wandered to the magasin for the third time of today. I smelled the fragrance of  the sweet-scented osmanthus, but not the kind of fragrant haze that chokes visitors as soon as they enter my junior school campus in the late August.

     A whipcord-lean figure emerged  in my sight, that familiar firgure. This time, beside a telephone box. He still weared that red T-shirt, his beard left unshaved for a long time. That made him a little bit like some longhair in the 1920s of China. He held the telephone and asked :" what is that song's name? I remember it is extremly popular on TV and broadcast in 1996, absolutely. What on earth is the song?"  He hang on the telephone and was in a daze for seconds. He stood aloof, expressing an aura of detachment. I knew no one had been talking with him. Last time I saw him, it was in Building C, after 11 o'clock in the night. He was absorbed in some book, with diligence and attention, a trash can beside him. Oh, last last time, he was arguing with a group of men on political issues, who scorned him occasionally. I thought these men were all mad...

     The gentleman who said that an hour in the morning is worth two in the evening becomes more unknown than he deserved. I'm  always dozing off with my eyes glued to a book. I developed that bad old habit since I entered high school. Is it simply a bad habit, or exactly speaking, a disease? As it were, I spend at least 2 hours somnambulating if I am in the classroom. I just can't undersand how my pals manage to muster up their spirits, listening to the boring teachers or concentrating on their work for a whole morning. 

     Sometimes I located this song in  my cellphone and played it, which makes me feel warm and comfortable in the dark road to my dorm. Summer days have gone, though.