有没有那么一种歌声,唱出心中的欢乐与泪水交错。有没有那么一种色彩,绘出生命的绚丽与斑驳辉映。有没有那么一种笔触,写出青春的梦想与现实冲突。欢聚着、离别着、疯狂着、伤感着,在失去与收获中奋力前行着,这可是青春?时间总在某些事物上被无限缩短或者又无限延长。就如同我此时的感受一样,中考在即,三十天对于我来说似乎无论如何都不够用。可我问问自己,三年的时光哪儿去了?又不知道从何答起。 There is no such a song, sang the joy and tears staggered. There is no such a color, painted life gorgeous and mottled embellishment. There is no such a stroke, write the dream of youth and the reality of conflict. Gathering, parting, madness, sadness, struggling with loss and gain, is this youth? Time is bound to be infinitely shortened or indefinitely extended on certain things. Just as I feel at this time, the entrance examination in the near future, thirty days seems to me, in any case, not enough. But I ask myself, where are the three years gone? Do not know where to answer.