下课了,我无所事事地坐在座位上。看着喧闹的教室,我的心中竟生出几丝怅然。小时候的课间,可完全不是这个样子的啊。记得小时候,我曾写过一篇文章,名为《最美丽的风景》,里面描写了盛开在课间的花。这便是在我们女生的脚尖上灵巧飞舞的毽子。“三六、三七、三八……啊呀,掉下来了!”随着我们的欢声笑语,红的、蓝的、黄的各色毽子在空中翻飞,从你的脚尖,掠过她的头顶,又稳稳地被我接在了手上。这些五彩斑斓的毽子,在短短的课间十分钟里,给我们纯净的眼睛蒙上了别样的色彩。但后来,花儿却无声无息地凋落了。不知是谁先提出了一种新的玩法:女生们分成两队,来计算各自踢的多少。这本是毫无意义的胜负,却因我们的年少气盛而变得无比的重要。 After class, I sit in my seat with nothing to do. Looked at the noisy classroom, my heart actually gave birth to a sense of loss. Childhood classes, may not be like this ah. I remember when I was young, I wrote an essay entitled “The Most Beautiful Scenery”, which describes the flowers in full bloom in the classroom. This is the clever boy who flutters on the tiptoe of our girl. “Three or six, three seven, thirty-eight ... ah ah, fall!” "With our laughter, red, blue, yellow colored prickly heat in the air, brushing her from your toes The top of the head, and I was firmly in the hand. These colorful princes, in a short period of ten minutes, gave us pure eyes cast a different kind of color. But later, the flowers were quietly falling. I do not know who first proposed a new gameplay: girls divided into two teams, to calculate how much each kicked. This is meaningless winner, but because of our young and prosperous and become extremely important.