蝉蛰伏在香樟树的阴影里,暖阳淌过叶尖,微弱地闪烁。红瓦砌成的墙上,分针划过时光的罅隙。一张张花儿般的脸庞绽放着恣意的笑颜,红白跑道上他们奋力地奔跑。在青春的怀里,我们尽情撒野,不那么成熟,却很快乐。想过放弃,却仍学着坚持“喂!快点!都初三了跑步还这么慢,千万不要掉队!”前方传来老师急促的喊声。我拖 Cicadas dormant in the shadow of camphor tree, warm sun dripping tip, faintly flashed. Red brick wall, minute hand drawn across the gap of time. A flower-like face bloom with a wanton smile, red and white runway they struggled to run. In the youth of arms, we enjoy running wild, not so mature, but very happy. Thought of giving up, but still learn to insist “Hey! Hurry! All three running was so slow, do not fall behind!” I drag