如酥的小雨,润湿了大地,唤醒了小草,芬芳了春花,我迈着匆匆的脚步跨进了初三的大门。初三的我在初三!有人说初三是一幅没有色彩的水墨画,有的只是苍白和阴晦;也有人说初三是一枝严重缺氧的花蕾,少了生机,少了妩媚;还有人说初三是游子最艰苦的跋涉,最后断肠人踏着丝丝的鱼肚白,? Such as a light rain, wet the earth, awakened the grass, fragrant spring flowers, I was in a hurry to step into the third door. In the third year of junior high school, I was in the third year. Some people said that the third year was a colorless ink painting, and some were pale and cloudy; others said that the third year was a severely oxygen-deficient bud, which had less vitality and less charming; Some people say that the third is the most arduous journey by the wanderer, and finally the heartbroken people are treading on the slightest hint of whiteness.