高中三年,埋藏了我们许多珍贵的记忆,有快乐、辛酸、激动……六月的天蓝得清澈,微风拂过,带来阵阵凉意。伴随着刺耳的铃声,高二教学楼中涌出一群或喜或悲的学生。教室里,阿木愤恨地把手中的成绩单揉成一团,狠狠地扔在面前。高二已经结束,阿木的期末成绩依旧平平。面对即将到来的高三,他突然感到了无比巨大的压力,对自己的未来充了满疑惑:难道我将来的生活,也要像 Three years of high school, buried many of our precious memories, happy, bitter, excited ... June blue sky was clear, breeze blowing, bringing coolness. Accompanied by a jarring ring, sophomore teaching building pour a group of happy or sad students. In the classroom, Amu hatefully rubbed his report card into a ball and threw it in front of him. Sophomore has ended, Amu final results are still mediocre. In the face of the coming third year, he suddenly felt tremendous pressure on his future filled with doubts: Do my future life, but also like