以初入高中的我为题写一篇外语作文

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高一的学弟学妹们到东方绿舟春游去了，只剩下偌大的一幢教学楼。走过时听不到以往的喧闹，还真有些不适应。想想自己高一走过的足迹，却早已模糊不清；在时间的缓慢节拍中，渐渐黯淡，然后消失。当这些青春逝去时，我才发现活泼与张扬早已离我们而去，像梦一般游弋在生活中。而那逝去的不仅仅是年华，更是青春的心境。

　　或许高一的学生们还未从中考的兴奋中舒缓过来，后来，身上的担子已让我有点吃不消了。发现自己的生活就像是一个食物链。每天在教室，寝室，食堂作直线运动。毫无生活空间可言，可以说我们的空间充满了紧张的学习氛围，有点缺氧，使人有点喘不过气，多想到外面去吸一口氧气，一口就够了。
高中的生活既简单又复杂。说简单就是每天形式一样，不是在教室就是在寝室，生活学习都要靠自己。使我感到生活压得我透不过气觉得人生没有空间没有自由，好象一切都被安排好了。
我曾经见过很多指责中国教育的文章，其中也包括很多关于高中生活压力过大。有一次中国派考察团到美国考察教育情况。到美国后，发现美国学生上课很轻松很自由。作为回礼，美国也来考察中国的教育。发现中国学生很早上学，而且还喜欢一边吃早点一边看书。中国学生明年用功，那又为什么至今没有一个中国人获诺贝尔奖。就是因为美国学生都是主动的，而中国学生都不是主动的。中国学生凡事都被安排好了，没有之间与自己的空间，这就是差距。学生的空间的多少直接关系到学生的兴趣。有些人抵不了过重的学习压力，对学习甚至产生了恐惧，而有些人屈服与父母的安排，一味的学习，成了书呆子，这对建设社会有用吗？恍然间高二已来临了。站在高二的末端旅途中翘首企盼下一个春天痛苦与迷惘交织在一起，憧憬和希望混杂在一处；当习惯了宿舍、食堂、教室三点一线似的生活后，改变就成了奢侈。窗外的世界也很美啊，可是没时间去欣赏吧。看那河两旁的树都绿了，花也打骨朵了，甚至仿佛听见了鸟的呼唤：春天来了。可是遗憾也随之而来。你听过花开的声音么？你听过小鸟的故事么？你知道天上的云飘过时对你说了什么么？当感性的心被理性所埋葬，才发现生活是如此的枯燥。我是多想跳出这个圈，给自己一份明亮的色彩！

　　有人说高三教学楼放置在顶楼最完美，因为这样离地面远，离天空近，似乎远离污浊而接近上帝。我不相信什么上帝，但我羡慕那接近天空的快感。我好想作一只小鸟，尽情地飞翔在我的王国。我可以用手触摸天空的蓝，让心底也湛蓝清澈，消除心底阵阵的忧伤和悸动，我还可以听到雷鸣击穿高三的恐慌。泰戈尔说：“天空未留下痕迹，但我已飞过。”

　　偶然间说起高三分班的事，大家都很伤感。高一的初次见面仿佛还在眼前，而离别却又迫在眉睫了。但是聚并不一定是开始，而离也不会是一个终结。完整地保存一份情谊，才是最好的。想起一句话，“花开不是为了凋谢，而是为了结果；结果也不是为了终结，而是为了重生。”像凤凰那样涅磐，再重生一个别样的我！

　　青春的花开花谢让我疲惫却不后悔，四季的雨雪纷飞让我心醉却不堪憔悴；轻轻的风，轻轻的梦，轻轻的晨晨昏昏，淡淡的云，淡淡的泪，淡淡的岁岁年年。

我的高中生活拥有属于自己的空间，让我们自由去发展吧，让我们在快乐中进步吧！in high school went to the Oriental Land spring tour, leaving only a huge classroom building. Can not hear the noise when you walk past, they're all suited. Think about the footsteps of his high school, has long been blurred; in time, slowly beat in, gradually dim, and then disappear. When these young passing away, I found lively and Zhang Yang has already left us, like a dream cruise in life. And that lost not only for Love, more youthful state of mind. Perhaps high school students are not from the excitement of relief test came later, the body burden has me a bit much. Find themselves living like a food chain. Every day in classrooms, dormitory, dining hall for linear motion. There is no living space to speak of, we can say that our space is full of intense learning atmosphere, a little lack of oxygen, makes a bit hard pressed to go smoke a more thought out oxygen, one is enough. High school life both simple and complex. A simple form that is the same every day, not in the classroom is in the bedroom, living to learn have to rely on their own. I am suffocating life presses I think that there is no room in life without freedom, as if everything was arranged. I have seen many articles accusing China of education, including a lot of pressure on the high school is too large. One time China sent a delegation to the United States study education. After the United States found that U.S. students have the freedom class is easy. As a salute, the United States to examine China's education. Found that Chinese students go to school very early, but also likes to eat breakfast while reading the side. Chinese students study hard for next year, then why has not a Chinese person won the Nobel Prize. It is because American students are active, while the Chinese students are not proactive. Chinese students have been arranged everything, and no between and her own space, this is the gap. The amount of space for the students is directly related to student interest. Some people do not cover the excessive academic pressure, and even had a fear of learning, while others yield to the arrangement with their parents, blind study, became a bookworm, which build social useful? Inter-High School has suddenly arrived. High School end of the journey standing on a much-anticipated next spring, intertwined with the pain and confusion, longing and hope, mixed with 1; when used dormitory, canteen, classrooms, after 3.1-line-like life, change has become a luxury. The window of the world is also beautiful ah, but do not have time to enjoy the bar. Look at the trees on both sides of river are green, flowers are also playing Guduo, even almost hear the call of birds: Spring came. But the regret at follow. Have you ever heard the voice of blossoms Mody? Have you ever heard the story of bird Mody? Do you know the clouds drifting across the sky when you say what Mody? When the emotional heart was buried by reason, they find life is so boring. I think more out of this circle, give yourself a bright color! Some people say that third year of teaching placed in the attic floor, the most perfect, because it is far from the ground from the sky, almost, it seems far away from dirty and close to God. I do not believe in God, but I envy those close to the thrill of the sky. I very much as a bird, flying heartily in my kingdom. I can touch the sky blue hands, so that hearts are blue clear, the elimination of bursts of grief and heart throb, I could hear the thunderous breakdown third year panic. Tagore said: "The sky is not

汉语我会，英语我一句不懂