我拖着沉重的双腿,向家中彳亍着。迎面扑来的晚风,好冷,吹在脸上像一把把刀刃无情地划我的脸。小径两旁棕黄的叶子纷纷从树上飞落,发出“沙沙沙”的声音,无情地嘲笑我的落寞。这也不奇怪,谁叫我又没考好呢! I dragged the heavy legs, walked to the house. The breeze blowing head-on, cold, blowing in the face like a blade edge mercilessly draw my face. Paths on both sides of the brown leaves have fallen from the tree, issued “rustle sand ” voice, mercilessly ridiculed my lonely. This is not surprising, who told me I did not test well!