掠过五月丛林的树梢,像哈利·波特那样乘着信念的扫把在自己的沙盘上穿梭.耳畔回旋着久久萦绕的号音.依稀看到你那笃定而坚毅的神情。憩息在高三的时光尽头.你默默守望着那片耕耘已久的麦田,一如东升西落的日月,重复着最单纯的梦想。明媚的阳光穿透云端,在每个守望者的眼帘映出斑驳的光影,此刻驻足的你,内心充盈的或 Pass through the treetops of the May jungle, and use the broomstick of faith, like Harry Potter, to shuttle through his own sandbox. He whirls through the ears for a long time. He sees your determined and determined look. Suffocation is at the end of the third year. You silently watch the wheat fields that have been cultivated for a long time. Like the moon and the moon, they repeat the simplest dreams. The bright sunshine penetrates through the clouds, and in each eye of the watcher, a mottled light and shadow is reflected. At this moment, you stop, your heart is full or