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如果我知道你眼角的泪花,埋有我天真的轮廓,我怎么会舍得你去为我哭泣。如果我知道你微白的双鬓,藏有我青春的足迹,那么我怎么会舍得你去为我付出。——题记又是一个周末,最后一节课,数学老师准时站在了门口,高声宣布:“周日参加数学奥赛的同学留一下,其他同学先回家。”话音未落,同学们飞鸟般地冲出教室,我麻木地坐着未动,疲惫了一周的我,心中不禁涌起了“抽刀断水水更流,举杯消愁愁更愁”无限的茫然。师命难违,周日的清晨,我迷迷糊糊地走进了考场,找到了自己的座位,考场里叽叽喳喳吵成一片,我
If I knew the tears in your eyes, buried my naive outline, how would I be willing to you to cry for me. If I knew you were a pair of dim white, possession of my youthful footprint, then how would I willing to pay you for me. - Inscription is another weekend, the last lesson, math teacher on time stood in front of the door, loudly announced: “students to participate in Mathematical Olympiad Sunday to stay, other students go home first. ” Voice hardly ever, classmates As the birds flying out of the classroom, I am numb to sit still, exhausted a week, my heart can not help but filled with “pumping knife cut off more water, toast to worry about more worry ” infinite loss. Misconduct teacher, Sunday morning, I stumbled into the examination room, found his seat, the examination room twitter into a piece, I