还未忘记初一的欢乐,刚刚放下初二的彷徨,带着匆匆的行色,我们走进了初三,大小考试成了主旋律,随堂测验成了个个音符,充满了整个空间。走进初三的第一个感受就是“忙”。每堂课下课都得忙作业,课间仅十分钟,可对于我们来说却甚为宝贵。五门课的作业象浪涛般向我们涌来。一波未平,一波又起,忙得诸位仁君大声疾呼:“天啊!”长叹过后又一次埋下头。其次就是“累”,自从开学以来,鄙人从未享受过一天的好觉。每天作业写到十点多钟,早晨天刚亮就被无情地拖出梦乡,急急忙忙吃完早饭,便骑车上学。等到学校时已是汗流浃背,筋疲力尽。再把车推到距我们有“十万八千里”的车棚中,然后再辛辛苦苦背着沉甸甸的书包一口气冲上三楼,刚放下书包,就抱着 I haven’t forgotten the joy of the first day. I just dropped the chants of the 2nd year. With a hurrying line, we went into the third year. The examination of the size became the main melody, and the quiz test became all notes, filling the entire space. The first feeling of entering the third year was “busy”. Every class has to be busy with work. There are only ten minutes between classes, but it is valuable to us. The work of the five classes flooded us like waves. After a long wave of turmoil and a wave of renewed enthusiasm, the benevolent gentlemen shouted, “Oh my God!” The second is “tired”. Since the beginning of the school year, the deaf people have never enjoyed a good day. Every day, I wrote homework until ten o’clock. When the morning dawned, I was dragged out of my sleep and hurried to finish breakfast. Then I rode my bike to school. Waiting until school is sweaty and exhausted. The car was then pushed into a carport that was a hundred thousand miles away from us, and then slammed into the third floor with a heavy bag. After just dropping the bag, we held it.