当清晨的第一束阳光将露水染上层层金黄,当八月的第一朵花在薄雾未尽的花园中悄悄绽放,当初升的朝阳在彼此的脸上蒙上淡淡红霜,青春又迈着轻快的步子走进这灿烂的季节,我们激动,我们彷徨,我们兴奋,我们期望。青春,战“痘”时“妈妈,快过来。”我刚进家门就扔下书包,对着镜子挤 When the first sun in the morning dusted the dew with golden yellow, when the first flower of August quietly bloomed in the misty garden, when the ascending sun rose a pale red cream on each other’s face, Walking into the splendid season with marvelous steps, we are thrilled that we are upset and excited about what we expect. Youth, war “pox ” “mom, come quickly. ” I just go home and dropped the bag, in front of the mirror crowded