My Youth:Chapter 2

 　　I found myself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by dozens of unfamiliar classmates. The teacher was writing formulas and grammar on the blackboard, densely packed. My eyes didn't want to linger on the dry, uninteresting text; I tried to ignore the repetitive voice.

　　This was expected; because of my poor performance in the graduation exam, I was assigned to this cramped "classroom" to study. Time seemed to drag on endlessly in this small room. Where was the leisurely pace of life?
　　My studies were like a cage, deeply imprisoning me, and the feeling was undoubtedly unpleasant. All around me were the sounds of pens scratching on paper and the lecture. I knew only that I was about to spend my last summer vacation in elementary school in confusion and oppression.
　　"Ding-ling—" The familiar school bell rang again. I walked out of this oppressive room with a somber expression. The break was short, just a mere ten minutes, followed by an hour-long test. We had very little time of our own, truly very little. I didn't like it here, at least not now.
　　A long afternoon.
　　I hurried out of the so-called tutoring center, my blue and white checkered shirt fluttering in the wind. Seeing the azure sky again, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; today's tutoring was finally over. But a moment later, my face darkened again. These kinds of days would accompany me throughout the summer. In front of my parents, I didn't even have the right to object, all because of this small setback in the graduation exam.
　　Today was a rare day; the tutoring center ended a little early, so I had some free time. However, I didn't want to use it to continue studying. Perhaps it was a silent protest against my parents and teachers, or perhaps it was simply my own yearning for freedom.
　　A simple bicycle was parked by the roadside, my mode of transportation to and from school. Sky blue, elegant and understated, yet possessing a unique charm, it was in no way inferior to those vibrant colors in my eyes. I appreciated that understated elegance of sky blue. I
　　got on my bike, my gaze fixed on the northwest direction; there, the holly grove was. Upon arriving here, gazing into the distance, I saw the same deep-seated verdant green, the same winding path. The only difference was that the inky rainy day had transformed into a rare clear blue sky, a beautiful light blue, which eased my mood somewhat.
　　At that moment, a green figure riding a bicycle appeared amidst the dense holly forest, standing out harmoniously against the lush green backdrop.