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Going backwards
My Soul
Going Forward
The campus with the car window
The outline is blurred and decadent
The wheels run over the rumble
I hear the shrill whistle
The way back is broken
I can only
Through the barred window
The other middle school me overlapped
I stood in the doorway without moving
As if
I was waiting for the past summer
I was waiting for the past summer to come running towards me like it did back then
That year, the wind blew across the playground track
Blowing through the sticky hair of the lunch break
And finally took away my blood
My memory
Going backwards
I still remember the time
Uneventful but crazy
Failure but pride
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I wrote this poem after passing by the campus of my junior high school. Standing there, I felt the memories of that year coming to me, and for a moment the car window passed by the entrance of the school, and I had some trance. I suddenly remembered those bland but desperate efforts for the midterm exams.This poem is for myself three years ago, for the girl who tried but failed, and for the generations of ordinary but hardworking people in more schools.