当石榴花吐尽最后一丝芬芳,当七月流火将丰收的喜悦再一次注入甸甸的麦香……我们来了!我们同时来到了高三的起跑线上!高三是个多梦的字眼;高三有着别样的内涵!仓促间,我们还有好多好多未了的情愫;记忆中,我们时常还在童年的嬉戏中流连…… When the pomegranate flowers spit out the last trace of fragrance, when the fire of July brought the joy of harvest into the Madagascar once again... We came! We also came to the starting line of the third year! The third year is the word of many dreams; Connotation of the kind! Between hastily, we still have a lot of unfinished emotions; in memory, we often hang around in childhood play...