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发布日期:2019-08-07 16:22 来源:未知 点击:

 
 
 
这一年,我们正高三,大家说,高考是一场没有硝烟的战争,高三是没有硝烟的战场。我们在战壕里磨破滚打,期待着胜利的号角吹响。这一年,时间最终会风干学满字迹的试卷,却难以吹散你我的记忆。
 
这一年我们习惯了在天朦胧的时候起床、习惯了带着惺忪的睡眼刷牙、洗脸、习惯了懒得吃早饭就带着课本直奔学校,边走这边咒骂着可恶的教育制度并计算着距离星期天的时间;满脑子的睡意真想让自己在铃声响起的那一刻睡去,把书堆得高高的,假装低着头看书,却在头放在书上的一刹那安然睡去--即使是冬天,也感觉睡觉是温暖的......醒来后,看着高考的倒计时,无奈的用冷水洗把脸;看看课程表,数学、英语、物理;就是没有自己喜欢的体育、电脑;计划着在语文课小憩一会、计划着英语课上未完成的物理作业。
 
 
这一年,我们正高三。喜欢在课桌上写满自己的青春誓言、喜欢在墙上写下自己的无奈、喜欢在下课铃响起的那一刻悄然睡去、喜欢在吃饭的时间里去操场投两把篮球、看看自己好久没看的杂志、报纸、喜欢站在阳台上望着楼下走过的女生,并大肆的点评一番、喜欢一群哥们在一起发泄一下自己青春的无奈、喜欢在教室的后排小声的讨论着NBA,足球,F1;喜欢在楼梯口和自己喜欢的那个他来个刻意的不期而遇;
 
 
这一年,我们正高三。为了一道物理题我们可以熬上一个晚自习,为了请教一道题目我们可以忘记放学的铃声,害怕着每一次的考试,却又期待着每一次考试,害怕成绩的宣布,却又期待着成绩的宣布,假装不关心自己的成绩,却在没人的时候把墙上的成绩排名看了一遍又一遍,对哥们说:晚饭我不想吃,你自己去吃吧。然后自己回到教室啃着数学题。对父母说:爸妈,我等一等就睡,却在夜里一二点的时候匍伏在桌上呼呼睡去,对自己说;下次考试如果再不进步,也就不努力了,可自己不管退步和进步,努力的汗水却从来没有停止流过、
 
 
这一年,我们正高三。习惯了早上五点多一点起床,习惯了早上六点钟上学,习惯了中午话很少的时间吃很有营养的午餐,习惯了晚自习十点放学而大家都没有离去,习惯了夜里在宿舍打手电筒看书......
 
 
 
一转眼我们即将告别高三的苦日子,一切的习惯变得那么不习惯。我们曾经坚信,自己的青春会在高三结束的那一刻得到释放,以为自己迎来了人生的又一春。可我们却又常常想起高三的日子,想回到高三的教室看看自己留下的汗渍,想回到高中的教室看看写满作业的黑板,想回到高三的教室看看自己曾经在墙上写下的诗,想回到高三教室听听黑板下的青春誓言是否绕梁不舍而去,想见见一起从黑色六月走过的哥们,想见见上课不忍心将你从睡梦中吵醒的老师......
 
 
 
想着将来在大学里挥霍着自己的青春,回想起高三的日子,总是有种想流泪的冲动,即将逝去的高三岁月,永远是我们心中关于青春的最美好回忆。那个谁......记得“劝君莫惜金缕衣劝君惜取少年时”吗?
 
 
 
 
每一个不曾起舞的日子,都是对以往生命的辜负......
 
 
 
 
This year, we are in the third year of high school. Everyone said that the college entrance examination is a war without smoke, and the third year is a battlefield without smoke. We smashed in the trenches and looked forward to the horn of victory. This year, time will eventually dry up the papers full of handwriting, but it is difficult to blow away your memories.
 
This year, we used to get up at the time of Scorpio, get used to brushing our teeth with a sleepy eye, wash our face, get used to being too lazy to eat breakfast, go straight to the school with textbooks, and walk here to curse the hateful education system and calculate It’s a Sunday’s sleep; I’m so sleepy that I want to sleep at the moment when the bell rings, pile the book high, pretend to look down at the book, but sleep peacefully on the head of the book-- Even in winter, I feel that sleep is warm... After waking up, I watched the countdown of the college entrance examination, but I used helplessly to wash my face with cold water; look at the curriculum, math, English, and physics; I didn’t like it. Sports, computers; planning a small class in the language class, planning unfinished physical work in English class.
 
 
This year, we are in high school. I like to write my own youth vows on the desk, like to write down my own helplessness on the wall, like to sleep quietly at the moment when the class bell rings, like to go to the playground to throw two basketballs and see myself during the meal time. Magazines and newspapers that I haven’t seen for a long time, like girls standing on the balcony looking downstairs, and a big comment, like a group of buddies to vent their youthful helplessness, like to whisper in the back of the classroom NBA, football, F1; like to come to the stairway and the one he likes to come to a deliberate unexpected encounter;
 
 
This year, we are in high school. For a physics problem, we can take a night self-study. In order to ask a question, we can forget the ringtones after school, fear every exam, but look forward to every exam, fear the announcement of the results, but look forward to the announcement of the results. Pretending not to care about my achievements, but when I was no one, I looked at the results on the wall over and over again. I said to my buddy: I ??don’t want to eat dinner, you can eat it yourself. Then I went back to the classroom and took math problems. Say to my parents: Mom and Dad, I will sleep when I wait, but at the time of one or two in the night, I crouch on the table and slumber, and say to myself; if I don’t make progress in the next exam, I will not work hard. Regardless of the pace of retreat and progress, the sweat of hard work never stops flowing,
 
 
This year, we are in high school. I used to get up at 5 o'clock in the morning. I used to go to school at 6 o'clock in the morning. I used to have a very nutritious lunch at noon. I used to go to school at 10 o'clock in the evening and everyone didn't leave. I got used to the night. The dormitory flashed a flashlight to read...
 
 
 
In a blink of an eye, we are about to say goodbye to the hardships of the third year, and all the habits become so unfamiliar. We used to believe that our youth will be released at the end of the third year of high school, thinking that we are welcoming another spring of life. But we often think of the days of high school, want to go back to the classroom of high school to see the sweat stains left by them, want to go back to the high school classroom to see the blackboard full of homework, want to go back to the classroom of the third year to see if they used to be in the wall The poem written on it, I want to go back to the high school classroom to listen to the youth vows under the blackboard. I want to see the buddies who have passed through the black June. I want to see the class and can’t bear to wake you up from sleep. Teacher...
 
 
 
Thinking of squandering my youth in college in the future, recalling the days of high school, there is always an impulse to cry, and the three years of high age that are about to pass away will always be the best memories of youth in our hearts. Who is that... I remember, "Is it necessary to persuade the monarch to cherish the sorrow of the princes?"
 
 
 
 
Every day that has never danced is a burden of past life...
 


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