清晨,从睡梦中惊醒,摸一摸脸上,依旧挂着泪痕。已经很多次做过这样的梦了:考试时间到了,题却还没有做完,心里别提有多着急了,以至于都哭出了声。“一定要把功夫下在平时,一定要不断努力。”梦醒了,我还在心里这样安慰自己。窗外天还未亮,本该四合寂静,我却被远处传来的一阵音乐激荡着,那是县高中播放的广播体操音乐,就是这熟悉的音乐曾伴我走过三年的高中生活。 In the morning, I awakened from my dreams, touched my face, and still hung tears. There have been many such dreams: The examination time has come, but the question has not yet been completed. Don’t mention how anxious, so that they all cried out. “Be sure to work hard in peacetime. Make sure you continue to work hard.” The dream woke up, and I still comforted myself in my heart. The sky was not yet bright, but it was supposed to be silent. I was stirred by a burst of music coming from afar. It was a broadcast gymnastics music played by the county high school. It was this familiar music that I had spent three years in high school. .