记忆是一张挂满风铃的窗帘,藏匿不了回味里一丝缱绻的痕迹。有一场青春叫做高考。还记得那一叠叠高过头的复习资料与考试试卷,那朗朗读书声和强有力的誓词,那个每一分每一秒都在为高考奋战的自己。那段青春里,记忆最深的是奔波于教室、食堂和寝室三点一线的生活。至今还舍不得删除手机上的一张照片,那是我们全班同学下课趴在课桌上睡觉的图片,可以想象大家背后的付出,很累却又挑战着生理和心理的极限。但人生能有几回搏?那时闻鸡起舞,挑灯夜战,只为了可以多掌握一道数学 Memory is a curtain covered with wind chimes, hiding the trace of traces of aftertaste. There is a youth called the college entrance examination. Remember that stack of over-the-top review materials and exam papers, that Lang Lang reading sound and strong oath, that every minute every minute for the college entrance examination himself. During that period of youth, the memory of the deepest rush to the classroom, canteens and dormitory three point line of life. Still reluctant to delete a photo on the phone, that is, our classmates lie in class on the desk to sleep pictures, you can imagine behind the pay, tired but also challenge the physical and psychological limits. But life can have a few back to stroke? At that time smell chicken dance, light the night war, just to be able to master more than one math