地上的落叶又开始嬉戏了 ,追着秋风满校园里飘 ;夕阳斜斜地映在墙上……放下笔 ,揉了揉眼 ,趴在桌子上 ,只是愣愣地打量这幢高三学子楼。它经历了无数黑色的七月 ,送走了一批批的学子 ;它疲倦、孤单 ,矗立在学校的一角 ,与它作伴的只有寂静。进出的是表情板滞的高三人。明知高? Floating leaves on the ground began to play, chasing autumn wind floating across the campus; sunset obliquely reflected in the wall ... put down the pen, rubbed his eyes, lying on the table, just Leng Leng looked at this sophomore building. It has experienced countless black July, sending away a batch of students; it is tired, lonely, stands in the corner of the school, with its only companion of silence. Out of the board is the expression of stagnant high three. Knowingly high?