深秋的风里,裹杂着一种不可名状的凛冽寒意,透过窗子掠过我身边。对桌的女生边打喷嚏边数落我:“你又发什么呆,这么冷的天快把窗户关上!”思绪就此被击得七零八落,转头凝望着窗外的天空,太阳白得竟有些骇人。明明是阳光明媚,心里溢满的,却全都是灰黑色的阴郁。对梦想的动摇,以及对未来的彷徨,混杂集聚成阴霾,萦绕心间,挥之不去。如同这教室里的其他人一样,我是一名高二的学生。日复一日,机械般地游走在物、化、生之间。 Autumn wind, wrapped in an indescribable biting chill, passing by my side of the window. Sneezing on the side of the table while I fell: “What you stay for the hair, so cold days close the window!” Thought was hit frayed, turned around and stared at the sky outside the window, the sun white What a shocking. Obviously sunny, overflowing, but all are dark gray gloomy. The wavering of dreams, as well as the imitation of the future, mixed into a haze, haunting, lingering. Like everyone else in this classroom, I am a sophomore. Day after day, mechanically walk in the material, chemical and biological.