无星辰,不银河。这是我在梦想彩旗上留下的话语。当大家都在斟酌即将写在小小彩旗上的语言时,我的脑海里骤然蹦出这样六个字。或许这是我对高三最完美的诠释,也是我对高三最好的纪念。青春派没有如星辰般闪耀的你们,如何点亮这片青春记忆的银河?又是一个崭新的学期,却有了非同一般的意 No stars, no galactic. This is what I left in the dream banners. When everyone is considering the language to be written on a small bunting, I suddenly pop out six words in my mind. Perhaps this is my perfect interpretation of the third year, but also my best year for the third year memorial. Youth School did not shine like you stars, how to light this youthful memory of the Milky Way? It is a brand new semester, but with unusual meaning