我是个对时间敏感的孩子,悲花的凋零,落叶的飘逝。而现在,我站在这个季节的罅隙里,回首来时的路:这一年,太匆匆。一年前的秋初夏末,鲜活如同昨日:我们匆匆“备战”,周旋于县一中,市一中,芷兰;我们匆匆胜利,录取通知书一片片飞来;我们匆匆别离,握着手说再见。那时我们是快乐的一 I am a child sensitive to time, withered withered, deciduous floating. And now, I stand in the crevice of this season, looking back to the way when: This year, too hurried. One year ago in late summer and early summer, freshness was just like yesterday: we hurriedly “prepared for war” and swirled into one of the counties, one city and one town of Angela; we hurriedly won and the admission notice flew in one piece; we hurriedly separated and held hands Say goodbye. At that time we are happy one