九月。
今天是九月的第一天。阴雨天。微冷。
开学很容易让我想到模拟考，开学后的第一场摸底考印象尤深，如今也记得很清楚，也许有考试恐惧症。这么多年的学校生活，我始终麻木不了自己对考试的恐惧感。
并且容易陷入低落情绪，始终都像个胆小鬼。记得厌学情绪的产生是从初二开始的，然后变成一个自卑的青春期小孩。这种情绪从来没有消失过，直到毕业或者到现在也没有。但是我没有选择离开学校，因为还没有到不能接受的程度。
青春期的十五六，碰到阴天就伤春悲秋的不得了。就像今天这样的天气特别适合一个关在房间里写长篇回忆日记。就像老去以后的日常。所以也特别喜欢。
现在天黑了，窗外在下雨，我放了点音乐，写了一点旧照片的文字。想起白天读的《挪威的森林》的开头那一段话翻译的英文，也非常美。再就是达芙妮·杜穆妮埃的《蝴蝶梦》，也仅仅只有开头。但是也很美。
《挪威的森林》开头一段。
“……Eighteen years have gone by, and still I can bring back every detail of that day in the meadow. Washed clean of summer's dust by days of gentle rain, the mountains wore a deep, brilliant green. The October breeze set white fronds of head–high grasses swaying.One long streak of cloud hung pasted across a dome of frozen blue.It almost hurt to look at that far-off sky. A puff of wind swept across the meadow and through her hair before it slipped into the woods to rustle branches and send back snatches of distant barking—a hazy sound that seemed reach us from doorway to another world. We heard no other sound.We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap starlted from from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.As we ambled along,Naoko spoke me of wells……”