起风了,天凉了,感冒了,高三了。(一) 当我开始晚上十二点睡觉时,离C去学校报到的时间还有一个月。7月20号我们开学,炼狱般的高三生活拉开了帷幕。我制定了密密麻麻的学习计划,努力让自己融入晚睡早起的生活状态中。每天放学时和舞寞一走出教学楼,就会看见穿着白色短衫的C在学校枝条飞舞的大柳树下等我们,轮廓分明的脸,带着颓废的气 It’s windy, it’s cold, it’s cold, and it’s a senior. (a) When I started to sleep at 12 o’clock in the evening, it was still a month before I left for C to report to school. On July 20th we started school and the purgatory life of the third year was opened. I have developed a dense learning program and strive to integrate myself into the state of late-sleeping and early-rising life. Every day at school and when the dancers walk out of the school building, they will see us wearing a white blouse and C under the willow tree that will fly around the school. The contoured face is full of decadent gas.