当高考最后一科交卷铃声响起,我知道,我的中学时代就这样结束了。回过头,一路望去,于校园,见过了繁华青春里的茂盛花开;听过了年少时的碎梦蛩鸣;见过了那人,那事,那景;听过了那歌,那曲,那音。听闻得很多,但对有些事却甚感奇怪,思之数载,犹是不解,至今困惑。 When the final section of the college entrance examination ringed, I knew that my middle school era was over. Looking back, he looked all the way to the campus and saw the flourishing flowers in his youth. He had heard the smashing dreams when he was young; he had seen the man, the thing, the scene; heard the song, Naqu, that tone. I heard a lot, but I was very surprised at some things. I was puzzled by the number of thoughts and I was confused.