新书领到手上,它在沉重地宣布,你已高三。我百无聊赖地翻启高三《语文》。赵鑫珊的《人是什么》像是注定要邂逅的一场厚重的神思,我躲不过去。于是,便像个被老师用戒尺修理过的学生正襟危坐地怀着求救的眼神认真地将之读了两遍。 The new book was handed to it. It announced heavily that you were a senior. I am bored to turn Senior 3 “Language”. Zhao Xinshan’s “What is a man” is like a heavy thought destined to shame, I can’t hide. Then, like a student who had been repaired by the teacher with a paddler, he was reading it twice, carefully, with an eye for help.