仿若时间还停留在6月23日。“嘟”的哨声,划破校园的寂静。监考老师面无表情地站起来:“全体起立!没有收好卷子不许离开教室。”声音冰冷,延续着两天以来的漠然。我迟钝地起身,脑子里盘旋着刚刚的英语试题。耳边,已经有人在轻轻规划着下午的行程。这里是中考,最后一场,英语。窗外有连绵不绝的雨声,敲击着千年不变的旋律。我走出考场,看着地上晶莹的水坑。仿佛十几年蓊郁的岁月在这三天分崩离析,那些为了梦想而挑灯 As if time still stays on June 23. “Beep ” whistle, breaking the silence of the campus. The examiner stood up blankly: “The whole stood up! No good papers were not allowed to leave the classroom. ” Voice cold, continuing two days of indifference. I got up slowly, my brain circled just the English test. Ear, there are already people planning the afternoon trip lightly. Here is the exam, the last one, English. Outside the window there is a continuous rain, percussion millennium melody. I walked out of the examination room, watching the crystal puddle on the ground. It seems as if years of gloom have broken apart in these three days, and those who choose to dream come true