进入高三最大的慨叹便是时间了。于每一道习题中,于每一次奔跑中,于每一秒凝神中,时间逝去。它是世界上无法用任何货币单位衡量的奢侈品。我拼命地跑啊跑啊,就像是追着快落山的太阳,只徒留满手余晖。每一次眼睛酸痛时抬起头,只看见教室前方鲜红的倒计时牌,原来时间真的不等我,它是睥睨一切的智者,在你贪玩、走神、讲话中踱步而过。呵,雨季不再来! Into the third year of the largest lament is the time. In every exercise, in every run, in every second of concentration, the time goes by. It is a luxury in the world that can not be measured in any currency. I run desperately to run ah, just like chasing the sun down the mountain, leaving only the hand full of aftershocks. Every time I looked with pain, I looked up and saw only the bright red countdown card in front of the classroom. The time really did not wait for me. It was a savage wise who pacing in your fun, delusional and speech. Oh, the rainy season is not coming anymore!