新年快到了,我收到了许多朋友赠给我的贺卡,这又勾起了我一缕温馨的回忆……那年,我上初一。从小拉扯我的外婆不幸病逝,回家奔丧的爸爸妈妈,又要回青海工作。我的心格外沉痛,所以在期中考试时,数学考得特别差。那“58”分像一枚耻辱的印记,深深地烙在我的心扉。我仿佛觉得周围的每个人都在嘲笑我,露出鄙夷不屑的样子。因为我是异地求学,更感到特别的悲哀和孤独。 The New Year is coming. I received many greeting cards that my friends gave me. This brought back a warm memory of me... That year, I was on the first day. From my childhood, my grandmother passed away and went home to her father and mother to work in Qinghai. My heart was particularly painful, so math tests were particularly poor during the mid-term exam. The “58” score is like a mark of shame, deeply branded in my heart. I feel as if everyone around me is laughing at me and showing disdain. Because I study in a different place, I feel even more sad and lonely.