初春的雨后,空气总是柔柔地沁入呼吸中,伴着青草的芳香和泥土的气息,慢慢地抚摸进我的胸膛,绵软而惬意……我坐在窗边望向蔚蓝色的天边。不知不觉,离高考只剩下50天了。经历了复读的煎熬,六月、高考、毕业,这些曾经承载青春的字眼在我看来已经不再神圣。应届生们热血沸腾的期待毕业时,补习班里仍然是清一色奋笔疾书的样子。空气压抑得好像随时要轰塌下来,高考的压力让重新抓住浮木 After the rain in early spring, the air always gently into the breathing, accompanied by the smell of grass and soil, slowly stroked into my chest, soft and comfortable ... ... I sat by the window looking blue horizon. Unconsciously, leaving the college entrance examination only 50 days. Experienced the torment of repetition, June, college entrance examination, graduation, these words once bearing youth in my opinion no longer sacred. Fresh graduates who are looking forward to graduation, the tutoring class is still full of clever books look like. Suppressed air seems to be falling at any time, the pressure of college entrance examination to seize driftwood