年终。漆黑的夜空中绽开着一朵又一朵的绚烂烟花,美不胜收,互相辉映,呈现出自己的绚丽,在黑暗中不断发亮,扩散。砰砰声打破了寂静的夜,一个饱满的烟花迅速只剩下点点痕迹,那点点星光邂逅了也很快消融在天幕中,衬托了天空的美丽。恍惚之间,好像听见了她的声音“一年过得好快啊,就像烟花似的。”我看着短促而绚烂的烟花忍俊不禁地想起了她。记忆里,她留着干净的短发,围着一条红色的针织围巾,和我一起站在教室外的走廊上,她突然递给 end of the year. Blooming dark night sky gorgeous fireworks one after another, beautiful, showing each other, showing their gorgeous, constantly shining in the dark, proliferation. Pop broke the silence of the night, a full of fireworks quickly left only a little traces of that little star encounter also quickly melted in the sky, set off the beauty of the sky. Trance seems to hear her voice “A year flies fast, like fireworks. ” I watched the short and gorgeous fireworks Chun Jun could not help but think of her. She kept clean, short hair in her memory, and surrounded it with a red knit scarf, standing with me in the hallway outside the classroom, and she suddenly handed it