(Written by Hu Ao, a Senior 3-to-be in Beijing)
I’ve had to open my textbooks again even though the summer vacation has just begun and the books have been closed for only a week. Mrs. Yin, my math teacher, told me yesterday that there will be a very important examination on August 1st.
She said that if I get a good result I’ll be able to join a very good class, and as I’m a glutton for punishment, I said, “Thank you for telling me about it; I’ll start reviewing right away.”
When we finished talking, I pretended that I had already succeeded and was in the new class. I was a little nervous, as there were many new faces to get used to.
This last term, I’d really liked my classmates. They were all my friends; I had no enemies. One could say that we were just like a big happy family, as every morning we read books together, and during the noontime break some of us read, some wrote, and others took naps. Everyone was quiet – soft in their movements – because they didn’t want to annoy anyone near them.
The classes next to us hadn’t been nearly as good. They were much too noisy.
This summer in Beijing is hotter than ever. It’s impossible to even think of arranging an outdoor game in the afternoons. Listless, I sit here looking through the window at the leaves of the trees as they absorb the unblinking rays of the sun. The bodies of the trees stand on the sides of the roads and seem to sway slowly like someone with heat stroke who finds it difficult to keep upright. Moisture rising from the earth distorts the sun’s rays and causes the edges of buildings in the distance to wave in the air like floating wood on water. One expects a mirage on the Gobi, but not here in Beijing.