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标签:高三;低潮期;感动高三的时光像沙漏里的沙,争先恐后地挤向瓶颈,将我的心口压得闷闷的疼。17岁的天空原本是彩色的,而我的世界却被高考这座大山遮去了所有朝霞晨曦。那天,我考了有史以来最差的成绩,呆呆地站在校园花坛边,不敢回家。花坛边是一棵巨大的雪松,雪松枝繁叶茂,长满了密密麻麻的“钢针”。傍晚的风微微拂过,“钢针”划过我的脖颈,尖锐的刺惹得我惊呼出声。这时,一只小狗从花坛后探出头来。
Tags: Middle School; ebb; touched the third year of the hour like the sand in the sandglass, scrambling to squeeze the bottleneck, my heart pressed depressed pain. The 17-year-old sky was originally colored, and my world was covered by the entrance of the mountain covered all the glow of sunrise. That day, I tested the worst record in history, staring blankly on the campus flower bed, afraid to go home. Flower bed is a huge cedar, cedar lush, covered with dense “needle ”. The evening wind slightly breeze, “steel needle ” across my neck, sharp thorns I exclaimed aloud. At this moment, a puppy poked her head out of the flower bed.