我咬紧牙无可奈何地跨进高三,随身携带着一包压得我透不过气来的复习资料,加上少年的青春烦恼和无限的花季迷惘。每当掉了一根睫毛时,我会把它装在那个精致的小盒子里,并许下那个熟悉的愿望:“如果上天还怜惜我,就请那只该死的臭鸟滚离我的视线,消失在天空。”显然,上帝没听过我的愿望。大清早,才刚走到校门口,就有人蒙住我的眼,我想也不用想,便破口大骂:“大混蛋,臭鸟,拿开你的爪子!”“大清早的,你怎么骂人呀,我跟你可没仇。”你瞧 I bite the teeth helplessly into the third year, carry a bag of pressure that I breathe the review information, coupled with young youth troubles and unlimited flowery confusion. Whenever I lose an eyelash, I will put it in a small box that exquisite, and make that familiar wish: “If God still pity on me, please that damn stinky bird from my Sight, disappearing in the sky. ”Obviously, God never heard of my wish. Early in the morning, just walked to the school gate, someone covered my eyes, I do not want to think, then shouted: “big bastard, smelly birds, get your claws off!” Curse ah, I have no hatred with you. "You see