有那么一瞬间的恍惚,让我误以为又回到了那个花开的季节。盛夏的阳光透过香樟的枝叶缝隙,落在奋笔疾书的手上,明明灭灭,如同似水年华里最不明朗的诗句。同学们都在为最后的结果做着拼搏,而心中某些地方也随着这盛夏的阳光一同生长,牢不可破。香樟已经越发繁盛,而我们却更加努力了,就连粉笔灰都压抑了不再漫天飞扬,这诡异的氛围似乎让人喘不过气来,如同要窒息一般,苦涩而又幸福。只听见笔沙沙的声音,抬头望天,发现天空似乎异常明朗,透着阳光的味道。那一刻的我有种置身云端的飘渺感觉,身体的疲惫一瞬 There is a moment of trance, so I mistakenly thought it was back to the blooming season. Summer sun through camphor branches and leaves, falling in the hands of exasperating illness, obviously extinguished, as the most uncertain of the years of poetry. Students are hard at work for the final result, and some places in the heart with the summer sunshine grow together, unbreakable. Camphor has become more and more prosperous, but we have worked harder, and even the chalk ash is suppressed no longer skyrocketed, this strange atmosphere seems breathless, like to suffocating in general, bitter and happy. Only to hear the rustle of the pen, looked up and found the sky seems very clear, revealing the taste of the sun. At that moment I have a kind of misty feeling in the clouds, the body’s exhausted moment