和其他人比起来,我对二中的感情要深厚得多。2005年的那个夏天,我迈进了二中校门。我们的教室在一座三层的教学楼里,那些枝叶茂盛的大树就立在教学楼旁,课上课下,注视着我们这群孩子的“胡作非为”和少有的安静。到了夏天,绿油油的叶子中夹杂着点点粉色的扇形的花。坐在靠窗的位置上,大口地呼吸带有花香的新鲜空气,往往感到美好而充实。太阳一点点升高,温度也急剧上升,大树极力张开枝杈,为我们撑起一片阴凉。 Compared with other people, I feel much deeper in the second. That summer of 2005, I stepped into the Second Central Plains School. Our classroom is in a three-storey school building. The big, leafy trees stand beside the school building. During class, we watch the “nonsense” and the quietness of our children. In the summer, the green leaves are mixed with a little pink fan-shaped flower. Sit in the window position, breathe the fresh flowers with flowers, often feel good and full. The sun rose a little bit, the temperature rose sharply, the tree struggling to open the twigs, propping up a shade for us.