致毕业季的我们

1、致毕业季的我们-抒情作文900字

夏天的风是会吹起我们陈封已久的回忆，窗外高速公路车辆川流不息，树叶上蝉叫不止，在我眼里“青春”，原本就是为少年们准备的盛大舞台。

The wind in summer will blow up our long -standing memories. The highway vehicles outside the window are endless, and the cicadas on the leaves are more than just "youth" in my eyes.stage.

夏日的夕阳才是最美的。它总透过窗子照进来，不少同学的课桌上，会被镀了一层金;它总透过窗子射进来，回头一看，同学的脸上显出了夕阳般的温柔，还有那灿烂的余辉啊!学生时代，最期盼的莫过于它了，每临近第四节课，同学们都会站在围栏边眺望夕阳，它红的像个樱桃，麦穗托着夕阳，晚风卷着一串一串细碎的光，叶子片片转身，翻起了黄昏。

Summer Sunset is the most beautiful.It always comes in through the window, and many classmates will be plated on the desk of the classmates; it always shoots through the window, and looks back.That brilliant Yuhui! In the student days, the most anticipated is it. Every time the fourth quarter is approaching, the students will stand by the fence and look at the sunset.Rolling a string of fine light, the leaves turned around and turned up at dusk.

窗外阳光炽热，伴随着汗水的气味，让人闷的头昏脑涨，教室里是纸张飞舞的声音，阳光被树叶切的稀碎，下课从座位上站起，免不了一顿大笑，又总是会抱怨老师办公室里的空调为什么会那么凉爽。

The sun is hot outside the window, accompanied by the smell of sweat, which makes people dizzy and dizzy. The classroom is the sound of paper flying. The sun is crushed by the leaves.It will complain why the air conditioner in the teacher's office is so cool.

夏天，是听不懂的数学题，是老师争课之间的搞笑，是热风吹干了少年们的眼泪，给予他们强烈的光;也是不想离开时的心痛和会再回来的谎言。我哪有他们说的那么好，我现在能做的，不过是用一些陈词滥调来纪念我们流逝的青春罢了。

Summer is a mathematical problem that is not understood, the funny of the teacher's competition, the hot wind blows dry the tears of the teenagers, and gives them strong light; it is also the heartache when they don't want to leave and the lies that will return again.How can I say so well, what I can do now is to commemorate the youth of our passage with some titles.

六月早蝉，叫声很细密，若有若无的，像刚起床时的耳鸣，怪不得人们总说青春是轰轰烈烈的，轰轰烈烈这个词，一听就知道是“团伙作案”。

In June, the cicada was very fine. If there was nothing, like the tinnitus when I first got up, no wonder people always said that youth was vigorous.

六月天气最是燥热，所有人的脑袋里像被种了一轮太阳。记得那时，窗外凉风吹过来才是最舒爽的事。烈阳做伴的下午，小卖部的生意格外兴隆，一大箱子雪糕不声不响的下去了一大半，快到底了。我们在学校的时光也是，我想，我会怀念那廉价的香草味雪糕，还有甜度让我接受不了的橘子味糖果，在夏日午后蝉叫的我心慌的声音，它们见证了我的整个青春。还有那群明媚似阳的少年们。我总是回头望望窗外，树叶绿的很柔和，窗外枝丫肆意疯长，却挡不住烈阳。每当回忆青春时，我们心里会是一个盛大的夏天，一起辩论的语文话题，与西瓜作伴的夜晚，被汗水浸湿的短袖，在夕阳下穿着校服的同学打闹…。在青春与少年两者间碰撞出的火花，是比任何东西都要热烈的。

The weather in June was the hottest, and everyone's head seemed to be planted in a round of the sun.I remember at that time, the cool wind outside the window was the most comfortable thing.In the afternoon of Lieyang, the business of the small sales department was particularly prosperous.Our time at school is also. I think that I will miss the cheap vanilla ice cream, and the sweetness of the orange flavor that I can't accept. In the summer afternoon cicada, I have witnessed me. They witnessed me.Throughout youth.And the group of bright and sunny teenagers.I always look back out of the window. The leaves are very green, and the branches outside the window are crazy, but I can't stop the Yangyang.Whenever we recall youth, we will be a grand summer, arguing about the Chinese topic together, the night with watermelon, the short sleeves soaked by sweat, and the classmates wearing school uniforms under the sunset ...The sparks that collide between youth and teenagers are more enthusiastic than anything.

“嘿，你说初中是什么样的生活环境，为什么毕业总是在夏天呢?”我们背靠背坐在陪伴我们六年的操场树荫下，憧憬着未来。

"Hey, what kind of living environment is junior high school, why is it always in summer?" We sat back with our back in the shade of the playground that accompanied us for six years, looking forward to the future.

“可能是天气干燥，留下的泪水很快会风干，这样在离别时，记住彼此笑的样子。”我回答她的问题。

"Maybe the weather is dry, and the tears left will soon be air -dried, so when you leave, remember to laugh at each other." I answered her question.

“致我们最美的、奋斗的青少年华，为了未来释放更耀眼的光芒，加油!”我们击掌共行。

"To our most beautiful and struggling teenagers, we release a more dazzling light in the future, come on!" We fought together.

走在六月底的树林，清晨像一颗微凉薄荷糖。那年夏天，所有植物的枝叶，在风中沙沙作响，它们春生秋死，永不停歇。

Walking in the woods at the end of June, like a slightly cold mint in the morning.That summer, the branches and leaves of all plants were rustling in the wind. They died in spring and autumn, and never stopped.