如酥的小雨,润湿了大地,唤醒了小草,芬芳了春花。匆匆地,我跨进了初三的大门。有人说初三是一幅没有色彩的水墨画,有的只是苍白和阴晦;也有人说初三是一朵严重缺氧的花,少了生机,少了妩媚;还有人说初三是游子最艰苦的跋涉,常常踏着丝丝的鱼肚白,揣 Such as a light rain, moist the earth, awakened the grass, fragrant spring flowers. In a hurry, I stepped into the door of junior high school. Some people say that the third year is a colorless ink painting, some are pale and cloudy; others say that the third year is a serious lack of oxygen flowers, less vitality, less charming; still others say that the third is the most traveler The arduous journey often takes the slightest hint of embarrassment.