日子是无声的风,悄然地刮进了青春的天空。记忆的田野长满了荒荒的野草,忘记的似乎有很多。就算忘记了曾经的面孔,就算忘记了熟悉的名字,在我的心中,依然存留那些温暖的片断和瞬间的感动。我该怎样形容自己的高中生活呢?是波澜壮阔,还是静如止水?学习、考试、补课……这些都成了家常便饭。我也惧怕难倒无数“战友”的数理化。我憧憬着自 Days are silent wind, quietly scraped into the sky of youth. The memory of the fields covered with wild grass, forget that there seems to be a lot. Even forget the faces once, even forget the familiar name, in my heart, still keep those warm pieces and moments of moving. How can I describe my high school life? Is it magnificent or static? Learning, exams, make-up ... These are commonplace. I am also afraid of countless “comrades ” of the number of physics and chemistry. I dream of myself