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早在高一高二年级时就听班 sir大肆渲染高三是硝烟弥漫而永无钟声的战场,曾经也看到高三学生风卷残云的就餐、大步流星的步履和不知疲倦的挑灯夜战。今年的我终于也成为一个名正言顺的高三学生了,我用手去抚摩高三的气息——高三的班级个个都是那么的静谧,高三的学生个个都是那么的努力。我们早习惯了泡一杯浓得发酽的茶,只为了驱走睡虫时不时的侵扰;习惯于蜷缩于桌前一整天,偶尔站起想活动一下筋骨只觉浑身骨头噼里啪啦没哪根属于自己;习惯于连续七八个小时埋首于砖头般的课本,眼睛发
As early as the high school sophomore year to listen to class sir wantonly rendering high school is filled with smoke and never bells battlefield, once also saw the high school students messy dining, striding meteoric walking and tirelessly pick the light night war. This year I finally became a well-spoken junior, and I use my hand to touch the atmosphere of the third year - the third year of the classes are so quiet, the third year of the students are all so hard. We used to soak up a thick cup of tea, just to get rid of the sleeping insects from time to time intrusion; accustomed to curled up at the table all day, occasionally stood up to want to exercise the bones just feel bones crackling no root belongs to themselves It is accustomed to laying bricks-like textbooks for seventy-eight hours in a row, with eyes on