太原的天空似乎比印象中更加深邃了。阳光从图书馆的窗户里射进来,温暖的感觉让人慵懒。窗台上放着一盆鲜花,怒放的姿态甚至让我有些艳羡。的确,阳光、花朵、书籍与思考,所有这些都是美好一天的象征。但我清醒的明白, 这已是自己在这个学校的最后一个秋天了。回首高考,犹如一场梦魇依然历历在目。而今翻开往日的相册, 回忆那个炎热夏天的一个个不眠之夜,心头不禁有一丝的感触。也许,太多的知识都在记忆的长河里流逝了,但是那种执著中的忍耐, 痛苦中的坚强,挫折后的自信,都是那个黑色七月留给我们的珍贵馈赠。当我们选择了高考,我们必定 The sky in Taiyuan seems to be even deeper than it was in the image. The sunlight came in from the library window, and the warm feeling was lazy. There was a pot of flowers on the window sill. The gesture of exuberance even made me somewhat envious. Indeed, the sun, flowers, books and reflections are all symbols of a beautiful day. But I clearly understand that this is the last fall of my own school. Looking back at the college entrance examination, it looks like a nightmare is still vivid. Today, I turned to the album of the past and recalled the sleepless nights in that hot summer day. I was impressed by my heart. Perhaps too much knowledge has passed in the long river of memory, but the patience in perseverance, the strength in pain, and the self-confidence in frustration are all precious gifts that Black July left us. When we chose the college entrance examination, we must