仿若未经年轻就已经苍老的我们,把流年的琐碎交织成初三一声无奈的慨叹。还未来得及把三年看清,我们就混沌地走到了初中的尽头。暖阳火辣,双眸却似水清凉,清凉那离别的感伤。温婉的数学老师,吃力地站在讲台上,一题一题地把我们笨拙的思维挪动。毕业前的最后那些课,不知为何,竟感觉忽快忽慢——有 As if we have not been young, old, weaving the trivial as the beginning of the first three noisy regret. Have not had time to see the three years, we chaos came to the end of junior high school. Warm hot sun, eyes are like water cool, cool leave that sentimental. Gentle math teacher, struggling to stand on the podium, one by one problem to move our clumsy thinking. The last lessons before graduation, I do not know why, actually feel suddenly fast - yes