提及高三的岁月,我还能清楚地想起那个傍晚的场景。当时我在教学楼的阳台背书,为高考前的最后一次模拟考奋战。在我不远处,有一个女生在悄悄地打电话,像是在跟老朋友叙旧。从她的声音里,我听到这个女生去年高考落榜,今年在复读。但从她的语气里,我听不到她对未来的一丝恐惧。她应该是一个勇敢乐观的女生,一通电话,总是不停地笑。 Mention the years of the third year, I can clearly think of that evening scene. At that time I endorsed the balcony in the teaching building for the last simulation test before the college entrance examination. Not far away from me, a girl was quietly called, like retired old friends with the old. From her voice, I heard this girl take the college entrance examination last year, repeat this year. But from her tone, I can not hear her a trace of fear of the future. She should be a brave optimistic girl, always talking on the phone, always laughing.