¡¡¡¡The same time,the same street,at the end of which stands the same school,which I passed my first nine years of study. I’m walking with some kids waring bags as I they think I’m one of their classmates?Though I am a little older than they are,but I’m not too old tostudy there if I would like.

¡¡¡¡Well,I’m just getting home after a week’s study in my was them five years ago,six years ago,seven years ago,eight years ago,nine years ago,ten years ago,eleven years ago, twelve years ago,or even thirteen years four years ago,Ientered another middle school,and last year,I enter the college.

¡¡¡¡It is the finishing hour,kids go out of school one after one,as ducks walk out of ther is the shouts at the other side for their appiontment that I used to do in the same accent.

¡¡¡¡It was the same autumn, the same wind,the same tree,the same was walking with my mates,then,we standed in a long queue,for a kind granny’s all of them have been to other places.

¡¡¡¡I remenber some days ago,I was on the bus,there was someone looked not too strange,talking about the course I knowed and some teachers had at once tought excited,I wanted to interupt them,but will they accept me?What will they think of me?Then I prefered talking to myself rather than there anyone listening to us I Was talking like them ?Will they listen to their yonger generations as I did?

¡¡¡¡Another wind blessed,moves the cloud and the smoke went out,with the forminea I was walking on my way back to my went to this school from home,enter college frome here,and I will enter sociaty from college.