夏日的阳光,有点儿刺眼;夏日的蝉鸣,有点儿不安。就在那样一个躁动的季节,就在那样一个荷花飘香的世界,初三,带着老师们殷切的目光,伴着无数莘莘学子的壮语豪言,悄然而至……就这样,我诚惶诚恐地叩响了初三的大门,很多早已经历过的学姐们给我讲了许多初三的故事,有鼓励,也有忠告。总是淡然一笑,面对她们所说的一切。初三,不是别人的描绘,初三,需要自己的亲自体验。就像井底的青蛙,没有蹦出井就永远不会知道天有多大。 The summer sun was a bit dazzling; the buzzing of summer was a little disturbing. In such an agitated season, in such a lotus-filled world, in the third grade, with the ardent gaze of teachers, with many Zhuang language heroes, quietly to ... ... just like this, I The door of the third year was hummed sincerely and fearfully. Many of the elder sisters who had already experienced had told me many of the stories of the third year. There were encouragement and advice. Always smiled indifferently and faced everything they said. In the third year of junior high school, it was not depicted by others. In the third year, you need to experience it personally. Just like the frogs at the bottom of the well, they never know how big the day is without going out of the well.