时光如一条小溪,匆匆流去不复返:镜子里的我,看起来陌生而又熟悉。这就是我吗?我怎么高了?哦,原来我已经13岁了,不仅长高了,还成熟了,烦恼多了,忧虑也多了。现在的我,每天拿着笔,不停地在那早已熟悉透了的课本、练习册、卷子上画来画去,只为将来能有个“好出路”。再看黑板右侧的作业表,早已密密麻麻,快分辨不出都是哪些科目的作业了!中午,我回到宿舍躺在床上,望着天花板,心 Time like a stream, hurried away: the me in the mirror, looks strange and familiar. This is me? How high I? Oh, I was 13 years old, not only grow up, but also mature, more worries, more worries. Now I, every day with a pen, kept in the already familiar textbooks, workbooks, drawing on the painting, only for the future can have a “good way out.” Look at the table on the right side of the blackboard, already dense, almost can not tell what subjects are homework! Noon, I went back to the dormitory in bed, looking at the ceiling, heart