再回首,恍然如梦;再回首,我心依旧……黑板上那刺目的倒计时的变更在一天天地焚烧着我那仅剩三十多天的高中时光,窗外春雨缠绵,似乎也在委婉地哀叹着我那已逝的岁月。三年的时光里,我得到了什么,又失去了什么呢?我想我失去的是属于我的那份童真,却得到了追寻梦想的那份无畏的勇气与坚定。还记得席慕容在《青春》里写道:无论我如何地去追索,年轻的你只如云影掠过,而你微笑的面容极浅极浅,逐渐隐没在日落后的群岚,含着泪我一读再读,不 Looking back, suddenly dreaming; Looking back, my heart is still ... ... blackboard on the stingy countdown of the changes day by day burning my only high school days more than thirty days, the spring lingering rain, it seems also euphemistically lamented My dead years. What have I got and lost in three years? I think I lost my share of innocence, but it has been courageous and determined to pursue my dream. I remember Xi Murong wrote in “Youth”: no matter how I go to recover, young you just passing clouds, and your very shallow face very shallow smile, and gradually hidden in the sunset after the group Lan, including Tears I read again, no