刚刚毕业的学姐告诉我们:“高三是黑色的,没有经历过高三的人生是不完整的。”带着一份疑惑, 带着一份崇敬,带着一份希冀,我走进了高三。高一的彷徨,高二的苦难,高三的呐喊,似乎昨天还在炎炎烈日下军训,而今天却已站在高三的战场。有太多的感慨,有太多的遗憾,有太多的欢笑, The recently graduated student sister told us: “The third year is a black one. It is incomplete without a high school.” With a doubt, with a respect, with a hope, I walked into a third year. The cries of seniors, the suffering of senior high school students, and the cries of seniors in the third year seem to have been under military training under the scorching sun. Today, they have already stood on the battlefield of senior high school. There is too much emotion, too much regret, too much laughter,