刚刚进入高中的我,还会常常想起初中的光景。也许是在上课听不懂发呆恍然的一瞬,也许是回家做完功课的一刻,自然而然地,想起你,以及那些温凉如丝却也灼身的盛夏锦年。时间总是冷眼旁观着,不等人成长就可以让故事终止。那时,不知不觉,我们就走到了初三的边界。也许是因为班级里挂起了中考倒计时的标牌,也许是因为摆在我们面前的卷子骤然增多,也许更因为夏日离别的氛围正浓,校园里低吟浅唱起哀伤的诗。也忘记 I just entered high school, but also often think of junior high school scene. Perhaps in class can not understand daze suddenly a moment, maybe the home finished homework moment, naturally, I think of you, as well as those who are cool but also burning the midsummer Kam. Time is always on the sidelines, ending the story without growing. At that time, unknowingly, we came to the border of the third day. Probably because the sign of the exam countdown was suspended in the class, perhaps because of the sudden increase of the test paper before us, perhaps because the atmosphere of summer parting is thickening and sad poetry is sung on the campus. Also forget