中国梦?我匆匆扫了一眼报纸,拖着书包回了书房,心里还在愤愤不平着今天生物老师霸占的那节美术课。我摊开那幅未完成的画作,苦笑着,我们能抗议什么呢,快要小中考的科目,似乎干什么都是理所应当的。默默地卷起那幅画,抽出一支笔,面对着一片空白的作业,我却怎么也无法集中注意力去回想上课老师灌输的内容。考试,考试,考试,这就是束缚我们梦想和创造力的枷锁。可笑的是,考试原本只是检验学习成果的一种手段,而现在,我们学习,居然就是为了应试,或许这也是一种悲哀吧。 Chinese dream? I quickly glanced at the newspaper, dragged the bag back to the study, my heart is still indignant that Biology teacher occupy that art class. I spread the piece of unfinished painting, with a wry smile, what can we protest about? Curling up the picture in silence, drawing a pen in the face of a blank homework, how can I not focus on what the class teacher instilling content. Exams, exams, exams are the chains that bind our dreams and creativity. Ironically, the test was originally only a test of learning outcomes, and now, we learn, actually is to take the test, perhaps it is a sad thing.