我写作,只是因为我想写,想传达出自己内心的感受。校园里的嬉笑怒骂,记忆里冰凉的石凳上飘落依旧青翠的香樟树叶,春夏秋冬,星移斗转,向日葵开出一整个晴天……点点滴滴的所见所闻,如同拼图的碎片一般,拼凑成另一个全新的世界。忙忙碌碌的中学生活,各自为前程奋斗打拼,心心念念的是英语单词或化学反应。写作于我,更像是一个避风港,填平时间缝隙,抹去岁月棱角,让我能在回忆与 I write only because I want to write and want to convey my inner feelings. The campus of the ridicule, the memory of the cold stone bench still falling green camphor leaves, spring summer autumn and winter, Star bucket, sunflowers out of a sunny day ... ... bit by bit, as seen and heard, as a puzzle The fragments in general, pieced together into another brand new world. Busy middle school life, their struggles for the future work hard, remembered the English words or chemical reaction. Writing on me, more like a haven, fill time gap, erased years, so that I can remember