种“凶”光。脚,颤了;手,抖了;身体,僵了;嘴,抽搐了;声音,走调了……我,傻了。这才让我想起刚才那同学的表演有多么出色,自己又有多么失败,心力交瘁,战战兢兢,走到台下……台上台下近在咫尺,怎又似远在天涯?心中的热血凝固了,平日温馨的班级霎时变成了满是冰与雪的地狱,我只知? Kind of “fierce” light. Feet, trembling; hands, shaking; body, stiff; mouth, convulsions; voice, out of tune ... ... I, silly. This reminds me of how good the classmate’s performance was just now, how frustrated oneself was, how hard it was to fight, and trembling, and coming down to the stage... The platform was so close, how could it be as far away as the horizon? The weekday warm class became a hell full of ice and snow. I only know?