再次催促自己提笔写点关于高三的事,心中却总是找不到答案。那段没过完的日子的意义,当时来不及去细细品味的心情,早已消逝在风里。现在的我,成长中。还记得坐在除了书和人头你看不到第三样东西的教室里,梦到千军万马过独木桥,那声势浩大、尘烟飞扬的场景,真实得让我直打寒战。突然激灵一醒,抓起桌上才发的前几年高考上线率非常之高的学校的试卷苦做,心里居然毫无想法,没有学长们所谈的痛苦,也没有什么外界压力,心中空空的,只是习惯,就像惯性,你阻止不了。这就是高三的状态了。 Once again urging him to write a pen to write about the senior high school, but always find the answer. The meaning of the days that had not been completed, and the time when it was too late to savor the taste, had long since faded into the wind. Now I am growing. I remember sitting in a classroom where you couldn’t see the third thing besides the book and the head of the people. I dreamed of thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge. The scenes of majestic and dusty smoke really made me play chills. Suddenly, when Ji Ling wakes up, he picks up the test papers of the schools that had only been issued on the table in the past few years and has a very high rate of going online. There is no thought in his heart, there is no pain that the seniors talk about, and there is no external pressure. It’s just a habit, just like inertia, you can’t stop it. This is the state of the third year.