十四岁的夏季在知了声中渐渐远去,秋天慢慢到来,凤凰花开满了整个校园,我坐在窗前,看着人来人往,高中就这样开学了。我没有渴求高中会遇见什么美好的事情,能守着一扇窗看花开花落就好了,一直以来对老师没有什么苛刻的要求,是谁,也没有激起我太大的兴趣。遇见他时,我还在一心一意的看毛泽东的诗,他穿着黄衬衫在铃声后跑进来,我猛然抬头,还以为是走错班的同学, Fourteen-year-old summer in knowing the sound gradually faded, slowly coming autumn, Phoenix flowers full of the entire campus, I sat in front of the window, watching people coming and going, so high school school. I have no desire for high school will meet what good things, can keep a window to see flowers blooming enough, has been no strict requirements for the teacher, who, did not arouse my interest too much. Met him, I was still intent to see Mao Zedong’s poem, he was wearing a yellow shirt ran into the ring after the bell, I suddenly looked up, thought it was the wrong class students,