雁过无痕却留声,那声声清脆的鸣叫,潜进脑海的最深处,永远不忘。——题记随着一本本折了角的课本堆积成一堵墙,一支支笔褪去了漂亮的色彩,一次又一次在泪与笑中徘徊,岁月,如同一阵调皮的风,不声不响地 The geese passed the sound without leaving a trace, and the sound of a clear, crisp cry, sneaked into the deepest part of the mind, never forgetting. - Inscriptions piled up into a wall with a textbook with a folded corner. A pen faded in a beautiful color. It was time and time again in tears and laughter. The years, like a naughty wind, were silent.