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一个炎热而阴郁的下午,我沿着人行道走着,在穿梭的人群中,听自己寂寞的足音。想起那作业记录本上满满当当的作业,我不禁心头一凉——晚上又得熬夜了。每到这种期中、期末复习阶段,老师布置的试卷便像小山似的压得我喘不过气来。明天又要考试了,可我书还没看,今天又得复习到深夜了。想到这儿,我深深地叹了口气,加快了脚步。回到家,我赶紧开始了饭前的作业之路。正当我专心致志地奋笔疾书时,突然发现笔没水了。我打开抽屉,翻了半天也没找到备用笔芯,这才想起早在这
A hot and gloomy afternoon, I walked along the sidewalk, in the shuttle crowd, listening to their lonely footnote. I can not help but feel a cold when I think of homework assignments in homework - I had to stay up all night again. Every time during this period, the final review stage, the teacher’s papers will be like a hill-like pressure over my breath. I have to test tomorrow, but I have not read the book, but I have to review late into the night. Thought of this, I sighed deeply and accelerated my pace. Back home, I quickly started the pre-meal homework. As I devoted my heart to writing a book, I suddenly found my pen was out of water. I opened the drawer, turned for a long time did not find a spare refill, which remembered back in here