四月的江南,田野上满是油菜的世界。我所钟爱的这些精灵们,像一株株未成年的向日葵,顶着一抹浓郁的金黄,带着些渴望,正在疯狂地生长。漫步阡陌,在一股清香的引领下,我像个亡命之徒,扑向了这片花的海洋。立春已有些日子了,清风之中却还带着些阴冷。我没有想到,仿佛只是打了一个盹,便进入了中学。换了教室,身边的气氛也有了些微妙的变化。朋友们似乎渐渐远去,一个个不是在书山上厮杀,便是被题海折腾得死去活来,我却还驻足于这无边的风景里逍遥自在。有时候,连自己 April in the south, the field is full of rape in the world. These elves that I love, like a juvenile sunflower, with a touch of rich goldenness, some craving, are growing wildly. Walking paddy terraced fields, under the lead of a fragrance, I like a desperado, toward the sea of ​​flowers. Some days have begun in spring, but also with some cool breeze. I did not think, as if just a nap, then entered secondary school. Change the classroom, the atmosphere around also has some subtle changes. My friends seem to fade away. One by one, instead of fighting on the mountain of books, they are torn to death by the sea of ​​questioning, but I still stop in this boundless landscape. Sometimes, even myself