高考,犹如黑暗中的一扇门。三年了,我气喘吁吁地奔向它,我为它门缝中漏出的不断变亮的光而心神荡漾。我的心激动地跳着,憧憬那门后的世界。那儿有什么?有老师的赞扬,有父母欣慰的言语,有“解放”了的同学的笑靥。那儿有辛苦三年后的漫长假期,有轻松愉悦的鸟啼,有悠然的漫步,有一切这三年所失去的、牺牲的。我闭上眼,似乎只听见手表指针的滴答。我全身心地投入到 Entrance, like a door in the darkness. Three years later, I ran towards it with breathlessness, and I felt my heart rippling with the ever-brightening light that leaked through the door. My heart jumped excitedly, looking forward to the world behind that door. What’s there? There are teacher’s compliments, parents happy words, “liberation ” of the students smile. There are three long years of hard work after the holiday, there are relaxed and happy birds singing, leisurely wandering there, all these three lost, sacrificed. I closed my eyes and seemed to hear only the ticking of the watch pointer. I devoted myself