十年前的那个七月,光阴如黑色的箭,一步步把我逼到了高考的独木桥上。作为来自农村的文科学生,备战高考的那些日子里,我的生存似乎只剩下了一个方向,那就是在像库尔斯克战役一样残酷的高考中胜利突围,用一纸大学录取通知书为老家的父母争得光荣,同时为自己赢取走向光明前途的通行证。为了让这伟大的目标成为现实,我悬梁刺股,拼命把语文、历史课的种种名词解释和代数、几何课的各种符号强行塞进大脑。为了珍惜学习时间,我几乎不与人说话,而一旦开口就会有成串的英语单词从我的嘴巴里飞 Ten years ago in that month, time was like a black arrow, and I was forced to step by step to the single-wood bridge of the college entrance examination. As a liberal arts student from rural areas preparing for the college entrance examination, my survival seems to be the only one remaining direction. It is a victory in the brutal college entrance exams like the Battle of Kursk. I used a college admission letter as my hometown. Their parents are glorious, and at the same time win a pass for a bright future. In order to make this great goal a reality, I smashed the stock and desperately shoved into the brain the various linguistic and historical explanations and the symbols of algebra and geometry. In order to cherish learning time, I hardly talk to people, and once I speak I have a bunch of English words flying from my mouth.