傍晚时分,西边的天空被染得金灿灿的,大片的金光洒在大地上,黄色的桂花变得金黄,枯红的落叶更加艳丽,阵阵微风拂过湖面漾起层层涟漪。小区的桂花开得正欢,我作为一名“一心只读圣贤书”的初三学生,走在弥漫着阵阵花香的回家的路上,也是一种享受。黑色的校裤配着藏青色的校服,背着一个深色格子的书包,书包鼓得很大很大,就像是蜗牛驮着它的重壳。手中拿着一张试卷,卷子是空白的,还没有写。这或许是 In the evening, the sky to the west was dyed golden. Large golden lights sprinkled on the ground. The golden sweet-scented osmanthus became golden, the red leaves were glitter, and the gentle breeze blowing across the lake rippled. District of sweet-scented osmanthus bloom was joy, I as a “read-only sages book ” of the third year students, walking in the filled filled with flowers on the way home, but also a pleasure. Black school pants with a navy uniforms, carrying a dark checked bag, drums big, big, like a snail laden with its heavy shell. Hands holding a test paper, the test is blank, have not written. This may be