翻开我的日记本,望着那一排排、一页页留有墨香的字,常常使我在感叹生活的丰富的同时,又心潮难平,欣悦地去捕捉昔日岁月里的、晶莹透澈的那朵朵浪花。还记得,一天中午,大家都在宿舍里看书——还有一个星期就要中考,谁不在抓紧时间复习呢?忽然,听到下铺小林焦急的声音:“糟了,我的物理笔记本找不到了。”我们赶紧下床,从宿舍 When I opened my diary book and looked at the line of words that had a page of ink, I often sighed the richness of life while I was happy to capture the past years. The crystal clear spray. I still remember that at noon of the day, everyone read in the dorms - and there was a week to take the test. Who wasn’t hurrying to review the time? Suddenly, I heard an anxious voice from the bunker Kobayashi: “Dad, I can’t find my physical notebook. It’s time.” We hurry to get out of bed