年年岁岁花相似,岁岁年年人不同,正如铁打的营盘,流水的兵,如今,我也叩开了高三的大门。看着高三的学兄学姐们填完志愿后离校的身影,我突然有一种莫名的担忧。他们没离开之前,在我们前方似乎有一个盾牌为我们遮挡着高三的风风雨雨,而现在, Years and years of age are similar, ages and years of age are different, just as the iron-plated camp, water soldiers, and now, I also opened the door to third year. Looking at the figure of the senior high school siblings who left school after volunteering, I suddenly have an inexplicable worry. Before they left, there seemed to be a shield in front of us that blocked the ups and downs of the third year for us. Now,