风来疏竹,风过而竹不留声,雁度寒潭,雁过而潭不留影。有时看着天空我就想,鸟儿多么残忍,它慢慢飞,飞过这一片天空,留下一个华丽的滑痕,就给天空留下一片苍白。我想,也许我也是一只鸟儿,慢慢飞过这一片初中天空,在人生的初中片段留下一片无奈。但是我又想,就算在人生的初中片段, The wind came to bamboo blindness, and the wind did not leave a sound of bamboo, and the wildness cold pool, wild geese and the lake did not take pictures. Sometimes I looked at the sky and I thought how cruel the bird was. It slowly flew over the sky, leaving a gorgeous slide, leaving a pale sky. I think, maybe I am a bird, slowly fly over this junior high school sky, leaving a helplessness in the middle school of life. But I thought, even if it was in the middle school of life,