天边慵懒的朝阳兀自散发出金色的光芒
                                              依旧 推开窗
                                              迎接着露水的清新晨光
                                              走在清早的路上
                                              嗅到了
                                              一丝单纯 沁香
                                              那是梦想与希望

                                              有书读的日子
                                              不会惆怅，不会迷茫
                                              当灵魂浸入书中
                                              仿佛摆脱了世俗的桎梏
                                              从呐喊到缄默，从呼唤到沉思
                                              灵魂深处暗涌出一股温润的感动
                                              对另一种境界做出诚挚而至高无上的诠释

                                              颦眉蹙额
                                              犹豫 疑惑 思想在翻涌
                                              豁然开朗
                                              轻松 明朗 嘴角微上扬
                                              我们在战场 握笔奋战、
                                              我们桀骜张扬

                                              钟声敲响
                                              空旷便逐渐被一点一点喧闹所浸透
                                              黄昏拉长的身影
                                              摇曳成一段美丽的风景

                                              这里 有无数颗孕育着梦想的心
                                              握着笔
                                              用三年
                                              书写着我们美好的故事
                                              听
                                              那些破碎的 残缺的
                                              正在慢慢拼凑
                                              看
                                              夕阳编织的朦胧的薄纱下
                                              是一幅老的画