当高考最后一门考试的结束铃声响起时,我抬起头仰望窗外的蓝天,恍惚中,高三的日子就这样一去不复返。那如花的笑靥、那奋斗的汗水、那酸那甜那苦那辣。那与高三有关的一切,却在我心里,默然流淌。还记得,刚刚搬入高三教学楼时的信誓旦旦。望着高考倒计时牌,所有同学都咬紧牙关,准备进行一场漫长而艰苦的拉力赛,我也不例外。为了梦想,为了那青松翠 When the last bell of the entrance exam rang, I looked up and looked out the window of the blue sky, trance, the third year of the day is gone. That smug smile, that struggle sweat, that sour sweet that bitter that spicy. All that is related to the third year, but in my heart, silent flow. Remember, vowed to move into the third year teaching building. Looking at the college entrance examination countdown card, all students are clenched in preparation for a long and hard rally, I am no exception. To dream, to that green pine