随着时间的飞逝,我渐渐长大了,四季还是一样的颜色,却没有了昔日的韵味,好像都是一个样,每天仿佛都在做同一件事——起床、上学、睡觉。
As time flies, I grow up. The four seasons are the same color, but they have no charm of the past. They seem to be the same. They seem to do the same thing every day - get up, go to school and go to bed.
周末,不再属于自己,各类补习班紧跟在后面。生活中,少了一些欢笑,少了一些快乐,多了一些烦恼,多了一些惆怅。
Weekend, no longer belong to themselves, all kinds of cram schools follow closely. In life, less laughter, less happiness, more worry and more melancholy.
当春暖花开时,不再有时间去欣赏,看到满天的风筝,有种莫名其妙的悲伤,我背着沉甸甸的书包走在上学的路上;在夏立蝉鸣时,闷热的空气布满了整个天空,汗水代替眼泪不断流下,在炎热的夏日季,我快要窒息,游泳池里的欢笑仿佛只是一个梦境,有时觉得蝉的嘶鸣也是一种嘲笑;秋枫飞落时,没有了脚踩在枫叶上清脆的声响,小路上静静的,偶尔风扶过,让我觉得也许清脆的声响只是天马行空的想象;冬风呼啸时,没有了暖暖的阳光,只有阴沉的天空和刺骨的寒风,窗外光秃秃的树枝像老巫婆长长的手,我只能放下书包,在题海中苦苦挣扎,下雨了,是谁在哭泣呢?
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