天空布满了乌云,风一直在肆意地嘲讽着我,雨水也淅淅沥沥地下着,在地上泛起涟漪,也在心中缓缓散开去。但是,外婆的话却依旧在鼓舞着我,使我重新振作。那是六年级上期的一次语文考试。我拿着一张80,5分的试卷,怎么也不敢放入书包带回家去。同学在嘲笑,老师的目光似乎也带着失望,自己心里当然是最难受的。想到刚才,当听到自己的分数时,我惊讶得差点晕过去:这么点儿分?我还怎么见人了?!我 The sky is full of dark clouds, the wind has been wantonly ridiculed me, the rain also lingering underground, rippling on the ground, but also slowly spread to the heart. However, my grandmother’s words are still inspiring me, make me rekindled. That was a sixth-grade language exam. I took a 80,5 points papers, how dare not put the bag back home. Students ridicule, the teacher’s eyes seems to be disappointed, of course, my heart is the most uncomfortable. Just think, when I heard my score, I was almost surprised to faint over: so a little points? I also see how people ?! I