青春是一首歌,一首略带欢快却又有些忧伤的曲子;青春是一杯柠檬茶,酸涩的味道中却夹杂着一丝甜蜜。青春年少的我们,就这样被时间的轮回,无情地从无知幼稚变得成熟稳重,从自由走向拘束……夏天是燥热的。特别中午的时候,原本温暖柔和的阳光变成刺眼的面孔照进教室里,树叶也许是热了,绿得发光。蝉趴在树叶上,不厌其烦地倾诉着夏天的到来。屋里的风扇一直不停地转动,吹走了汗珠却吹不 Youth is a song, a slightly happy but somewhat sad song; youth is a cup of lemon tea, sour taste but mixed with a hint of sweetness. As a young man, we are thus reincarnated by time, mercilessly mature from ignorance of childishness, from freedom to restraint ... The summer is hot. Especially at noon, had the warm, soft sunshine turned into glare into the classroom, the leaves may be hot, the green glow. Cicada lying on the leaves, tirelessly talked about the arrival of summer. The fans in the room kept turning, blowing sweat but not blowing