清风悠悠吹过草地,小溪淙淙流过山谷,我多想变成一只白鸽,在阳光下飞翔。可是,我不能,我要与太阳比赛早起,每次都是我比太阳起得早,背上那沉重的书包,走向漫长的寂寞。看着挤满汉字和符号的黑板,我没一丝的感觉,我的心早已飞出窗外,渴望去触摸那一缕缕暖融融的阳光,到自 The breeze blows past the grass and the creek flows through the valley. I want to become a white pigeon and fly in the sun. However, I can not, I want to get up early with the sun game, every time I get up earlier than the sun, carrying a heavy bag back to a long lonely. Looking at the blackboard full of Chinese characters and symbols, I didn’t feel a trace of it. My heart had already flew out of the window and I was eager to touch the warm sun, to the self