高考分数就如一张车票,它决定了我们将会前往哪一座城市,通往哪一个方向,可是无论最终会抵达怎样的终点,我都希望,那个时候的你会感谢高三时的自己。当我再次回忆高三时,那段时光犹如默片,已经沾染上了光阴的颜色。在一幕幕难忘的场景中,我仿佛可以嗅到风过林阴的味道,可以回味那些年少轻狂。记得那时,教室后面的黑板上写着班上 The college entrance examination scores like a ticket, which determines which city we will be heading to, which direction to go, but no matter what the final destination will be reached, I hope, at that time you will thank yourself for the third year. When I recall the third year of high school, that period of time is like a silent film, which has been tainted with the color of time. In an unforgettable scene, I seem to be able to smell the wind through the shade of the forest, you can relish those young and frivolous. I remember when I read the class on the blackboard behind the class