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我将手放在胸口,那里剧烈地跳动着,原来我心中的光芒一直都在,而我却差一点在阴霾中迷失方向。一阳光依旧毒辣,教室的灰白色电风扇不间断地高速运转,天气热得让人稍微一动便会大汗淋漓,然而因为高三的到来,这一切都变得微不足道了。“高三”这个既有着黑暗质地又代表着希望的名词,在那个盛夏深深镌刻在我们心中,也将我们脑海里的那根弦彻底绷紧了。
I put my hand on my chest, where violently beating, the original light in my heart has been, and I almost lost in the haze of the direction. A sunshine is still hot and spicy, classroom gray fans continue to operate at high speed, the weather was so hot that people will sweating a little, but because the arrival of high school, all this becomes insignificant. “High School ” This has both the dark texture and the name of hope, deep in that summer engraved in our hearts, but also to our mind that string of roots completely taut.