汉一口气,身边的花草也随之一颤。无言,心中隐藏着无数的话语,却又不会轻易说出,有时连自己也不知道到底在想什么。初中升入高中的那一暑假,我已记不太清楚了,只有几个残存的画面:中考失利,名落孙山,我没有落泪,那仿佛是预料中的事:同学的最后一次聚会,我们流泪了,抱在一起;父母为了我将来的去处而奔波在各所学校之间;送好友去外地上学,夕 Han breath, the flowers around him also followed. Without words, there are countless words hidden in the heart, but they are not easily spoken. Sometimes they do not even know what they are thinking. During the summer vacation of middle school when I entered high school, I couldn’t remember clearly. There are only a few remaining images: the test failed and the name fell from the Sun Shan. I didn’t cry. It seemed to be the expected thing: The last meeting of the classmates, we wept. Well, hugged together; Parents rush around between schools for my future; Send friends to go to school, on the evening