11月10日阴天空飘来了一片阴色的云,地上刮起一阵狂风,那随风摇摆的树枝正如沮丧的我。坐在冰凉的凳子上,我变成了一个哑口的乌鸦。已经上课了,我却浑身未觉,一脸茫然。“发卷子!”不知哪儿传来的声音,似银铃,却分外刺耳。 On November 10, a cloudy sky was floating in the cloudy sky. A gust of wind blew up on the ground. The branches swaying in the wind were like me. Sitting on a cold stool, I became a dumb crow. Already in class, I was totally unconscious and looked blank. “Hair rolls!” I do not know where the sound came from, like silver bell, but exceptionally harsh.