风儿轻轻的吹来,窗前的柳树随之有节奏的摇摆,鸟儿嬉戏飞过蓝天,白云依旧停在空中。时光的流逝,古今皆是一般,岁月的推移,不留痕迹,光阴流过,我们已经迈进了初中的大门。小学的一丝留念,初中满怀的憧憬,交织在一瞬间,凝聚在空气中。初中的生活犹如一杯白开水,无味而可口;好似一个肥皂泡,在 Wind blowing gently, the willow in front of the window followed by a rhythmic swing, birds flying over the blue sky, clouds still parked in the air. The passage of time, ancient and modern are all general, the passage of time, leaving no trace, the passage of time, we have entered the junior high school door. A trace of elementary school, junior high school full of longing, intertwined in the moment, condensed in the air. Junior high school life like a cup of boiled water, tasteless and delicious; like a soap bubble, in