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站在阳光下,刺眼的光晕让我很长时间都没有适应过来,然而却没有比与北大失之交臂更能打击到我。我拥有的是没有方向的无奈,是不知如何坚持下去的迷茫,是8月的风带着9月的尘土,扬起10月的风帆。教学楼上的读书声,激昂高亢,是从未有过的执着。语文老师上课时说,你们开学迎新时给我的掌声,我会在高考后你们接到通知书那天还给你们。18岁的我像老夫子一样摇摇头,然后继续那未完成的梦。
Standing in the sunshine, dazzling halo let me not adapt for a long time, however, but nothing more than lost with Peking more hit me. I have no helpless direction, I do not know how to persevere in confusion, is the wind in August with September dust, raised the sail in October. Reading upstairs teaching sound, passionate, never had a dedication. The language teacher said during class that you gave me applause when you were welcome at the beginning of the school year and I will give you the day after you received the notice from the college entrance examination. 18-year-old I shook my head like an old lady, and then continued the unfinished dream.