云里转动的时间齿轮在疾骤转动着,我将它慢慢地推回,推回那个候鸟归来的夏天,就是那一年,那一天,那一刻,我,遇见你。广场上的金色大钟为何不再转动?那是因为时针遇上分针,并再也不想分离。正如同我,遇上你。脚下健步如飞的我们,从班主任口中得知,这次的运动会由高一年级的学长们与我们这些初出茅庐的初一小生合作举行,听到这个消息,我迷茫了,不知走向何方,面对什么样的人。分组时,同学们纷纷主动走上前,与高一的学哥学姐们搭伙,留下我在马路台阶旁犹豫不 The time of rotation in the cloud was moving in steps, and I pushed it back slowly back into the summer when the migratory bird returned. That day, that moment, I met you. Why do not the golden clocks in the square stop turning? That is because the hour hand meets the minute hand and never wants to separate again. Just as I met you. The footsteps of our flying, we learned from the head teacher, the Games by the first-year senior seniors and our fledgling first born niche held in cooperation, heard the news, I am confused, I do not know where to go, what to face People. Divided into groups, the students have volunteered to embark on the front, with the high school students to learn to play together, leaving me hesitate in the roadside step