黑白的路上,我不愿成灰。茉莉花开的季节,淡淡的花香漾起一个小小的梦,深入稚幼的心。当时的我以为那样一个“小小”的梦,应该很快会实现。我坚定不移地相信。每一个打了无数个哈欠,扑在桌上沉沉睡去,又突然惊醒,看一眼时间又匆匆提笔的晚上;每一道问了同学无数遍,问了无数位老师,终于能自己下笔的题目;每一个因为想到未来明亮大路时的微笑……一切的一切都是那么充实美好。从来不觉得学习是一件苦差 On black and white, I don’t want to be gray. In the season of jasmine blossoms, a touch of floral sensation lifts a small dream into the heart of the juvenile. At that time, I thought that such a “little dream” should be realized soon. I believe firmly. Everyone played countless yawns, fell asleep on the table, suddenly awakened, took a look at the time and hurried to pick up the evening; every student asked the students countless times, asked countless teachers, and finally able to write their own subject Every one smiles when thinking of the bright road ahead... Everything is so full. Never feel that learning is a bad job