如果说有什么是不可代替的话,我想,也只有思念了。处在什么都要求自主的深中,我没有更多的感受,只是觉得自己的思念以惊人的速度无限增长。对比重点中学的冷漠淡然,我时刻怀念着曾经的班级和同学。从来不知道原来自己也可以这么煽情,这么感性。可是,那一声声呼唤,那一个个故事, If there is anything that is irreplaceable, I think only thoughts are missing. I am not in the deep feelings of what requires self-determination. I just feel that my thoughts are growing at an alarming rate. Compared with the indifference of the key middle school, I always miss the class and classmates. Never knew that he could be so sensational, so emotional. However, that one cry, that one story,