有些往事,多年以后,你仍然会记起,因为它们曾打开过你的心扉。那个星期日,我拖着沉重的身体,从医院回来。而脑袋里装的却满满都是悔恨:早知道就不玩得那么疯了,害得我的手被打了“筛子”;嗓子也哑了,而周一还要演讲。我担心起自己的演讲比赛,于是,我在家里疯狂地练习演讲稿,结果嗓子更哑了。即使我嗓子哑了,而那三根时光的指挥棒也在不停地走着。周一上学的路上,我一直鼓励自己一定能行,不知是太紧张,还是分神了,走着走 Some memories, years later, you will still remember, because they had opened your heart. That Sunday, I dragged a heavy body, back from the hospital. The head filled with regret is: I knew I did not play so crazy, so my hand was hit “sieve ”; throat is dumb, but also on Monday to speak. I was worried about my speech contest, so I practiced my speech crazy at home, the result was more dull throat. Even though I had a dumb throat, the baton of the Three Hours kept walking. On my way to school on Monday, I always encourage myself to be able to do it, I do not know is too nervous, or distracted, walking