三月,燕子衔来乡野的黄泥,把一个童话精心布在了那召唤学生们叽喳声的铜铃的上方,悄悄地窥探那空旷的校园里细细的雨丝,柔柔的柳条。在钟声一次次敲响的日子里,我们的课程表上,挤满了喜悦、欢乐和烦恼。盼望着星期一的早上,我们唰地扬起超过额头的右手,向那不锈钢护着的、站立着的高高的五星红旗敬礼,伴随着《义勇军进行曲》,举行庄严的升国旗仪式。 In March, the yellow mud, swallows came to the countryside, put a fairy tale over the bell that summoned the students to chatter above the quietly spy on the empty campus rainy wire, soft wicker. In the days when the bells were ringing, our schedule was filled with joy, joy and trouble. Looking forward to Monday morning, we suddenly raised his right hand over the forehead, salute to the stainless steel standing, standing high five-star red flag, along with the “March of the Volunteers” held a solemn flag-raising ceremony.