总有一处风景凝固了时光,总有一段时光在尚未逝去时已满目沧桑,总有一身沧桑背弃了行囊,总有一卷行囊不辨归途的方向。——题记从没有哪一年,会像高三过得那样匆忙。时间像夏季的阳光一样磅礴地流淌,我却不能伸手抵挡什么。于是伸展四肢,向上,向上……我感到一座古老的铜钟在云彩之上发出震人心魄的巨响。当……当……当……当……,只数下,秋冬春夏已过。时间的川流中,岁岁年年,堇花开了又落。纵有疾风起已是深秋的傍晚,天气微凉,教室里的电扇仍在呼呼响着,能否完成一套理综卷,成为学生们的头号担忧对象。试卷在空中翩跹,舞出一个又一个优美的弧线,每个人 There is always a scene of solidification of the time, there is always a period of time has not yet gone to the full extent of the vicissitudes, there is always a vicissitudes backpack, there is always a roll of luggage does not distinguish the direction of return. - Inscription from no one year, will be as hurried as the third year flies. Time flows like a sunshine in the summer, but I can not reach out to resist anything. So stretch your limbs, up, up ... I feel an ancient bronze bell in the clouds sent a breathtaking tremendous noise. When ... when ... when ... when ... ... only a few, autumn and winter spring has passed. The flow of time, years of years, Pansy opened and fell. Even if the blast is already late autumn evening, the weather is cool, the classroom fans are still ringing, can complete a set of rationale for comprehensive volume, becoming the number one concern for students. Papers fluttering in the air, dancing one after another beautiful arc, everyone