书桌上的风信子花谢了;校园里的榕树越长越高了;窗外的鸟儿飞着来了,又去了。我凝望它们,凝望这个世界,看到了时间—你留下的痕迹。我无奈,伤感,惋惜,留恋,而在这些时间里,泥土里又冒出了小嫩芽儿,一声声婴儿的啼哭又打破了宁静。生命,在延续。时间,我想和你聊聊天。虽然我看不见你,但我知道,你正在某个角落,静静倾听着我对你的倾诉。小学六年了,我即将升入初中,开始新的求学生活。一年级入学时, Hyacinth flowers on the desk thanks; the higher the banyan tree on the campus; the birds flying out the window, went again. I stared at them, staring at the world, saw the time - you left traces. I am helpless, sad, regrettable, nostalgia, and in these times, the soil emerge a little tender bud child, a cry baby broke the quiet again. Life, in the continuation. Time, I want to chat with you. Although I can not see you, but I know that you are in a corner, quietly listening to my talk to you. After six years of primary school, I am about to enter junior high school and start a new school life. When entering the first grade,