一片漆黑里,我们摸索着那扇通往天堂的大门。曾经我们都以为它离得太远,一次的跌倒,两次的绊足,三次的相撞,信心便轻易的在无助中绝望,在绝望中崩溃,在崩溃中懈怠。然而,终于有一天,我们还是看到了天堂的模样。回望起点,那却不过是一米的距离。迈上高三的坎道虽说高二暑假刚刚开始,但学校替我们可惜这两个月的假期,我们于是不负所望,很乖巧地穿梭在铺天盖地的补习班里。我正式移交了校刊副主编的位置,坐在教室里看黑板上翻来覆去的公式,汗水混合的气味在电 In darkness, we groped for the door to heaven. Once we thought it was far away, a fall, a trip twice, a trip of three collisions, confidence was easily desperate helplessness, collapsed in despair and slack in the collapse. However, one day we finally saw the appearance of paradise. Looking back to the starting point, but it is only a meter distance. Although the school sophomore summer vacation has just begun, but the school regrettablly for these two months of our holiday, we then live up to expectations, very clever shuttle to overwhelming tutoring classes. I officially handed over the position of associate editor of the school magazine, sit in the classroom watching the blackboard over and over again, the smell of sweat mixed in electricity