枇杷黄了,春天无形地走了,夏天悄悄地来了。枇杷黄了,五月将带着留恋融入记忆,六月将带着最后一个儿童节与我们相会。枇杷黄了,初二在终点向我告别,初三也在不远处招手。我措手不及。我闭了眼,不愿目睹初三那张可怕的脸。我竭力追赶,追赶那可爱的初一、初二,追赶那多彩的五年级 It was yellow, spring walked invisibly, and summer came quietly. It will be yellow, May will bring nostalgia into memory, and June will meet with us on the last Children’s Day. It was yellow, and I bid farewell to me at the end of the second day and the next three days I also waved. I was caught off guard. I closed my eyes and did not want to witness the terrible face of the third. I tried my best to catch up and chase the cute first and second days to catch up with the colorful fifth grade.