When I arrived at the canteen, I saw a sea - a sea of people of all colors, ups and downs. It looks scary, like rehearsing a tight tree stem cell structure that doesn't fit in at all. I'm like the last drop of water in a sponge, pushing forward. Although I am only 5 meters away from the meal window, this short 5 meters is as long as from the world to heaven. One centimeter after another. The thick, sticky air seemed scorching, like thick butter, and could not be boiled. I can feel the heat coming out of my classmates behind me, like a snake spitting a letter, swept gently across my skin. The heat radiated through the cloth to my sensory nerves, which made me as irritable as a buzzing fly.
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