初中生活最后一天的太阳升起时,我知道自己该去面对了。当我最后一次踏进那间待了两年的教室,看着班里为数不多的同学时,心里忽然感到暖暖的。还是那些人,现在他们还在,不是吗?我一步一步地走过讲台,穿过一排排熟悉的桌椅,走到自己的位置上,打开窗户,看着外面那个大大的操场。我曾坐在那个褪了色的乒乓球台上跟姐妹唱过歌;我曾因为天气炎热跟姐妹去树底下躲着以逃避跑步;我曾无数次挽着姐妹的胳膊走进那间零食繁多的小卖部;我曾在体育考试的前一周跟同桌围着操场无数次 When the sun on the last day of junior high school rose, I knew I had to face it. When I finally walked into the two-year-old classroom and watched one of the few classmates in my class, my heart suddenly felt warm. Or are they still, are not they? I walked through the podium step by step, walked through the rows of familiar tables and chairs, went to their place, opened the window and looked at the big playground outside. I used to sit on that faded ping pong table to sang songs with my sisters; I was hiding under the tree with my sisters to avoid run-off because of the hot weather; I had countless times holding my sister’s arm and going into the snack-packed Commissary; I’ve surrounded the playground numerous times a week before the PE test