一眼就瞥见了自己的周考物理试卷,触目惊心的“32”在那一堆高分中显得格外突出。我故作镇静地拿起它,揉成一团,隔着四排课桌,勾手,抛出,完美的三分投篮,它落在了废纸篓里,我却开心不起来。不知是谁在唱《我相信》:“我相信自由自在,我相信希望,我相信伸手就能碰到天……”在我听来却显得那么讽刺。我的小小世界,什么时候才能拥有希望,结束这种阴雨不断的天气,挂上彩虹?我种下的种子为什么还没开花?只剩沉默……书上说每个人都是上帝种下的一朵花,都会绚丽绽放,可我总觉得自己是株草, A glimpse of his weekly exam papers, shocking “32 ” in that pile of high scores is particularly prominent. I pretended to calmly pick it up, knead a ball, across the four rows of desks, hook, throw, the perfect one-third shot, it fell in the wastebasket, I was not happy. I do not know who is singing “I believe”: “I believe in freedom, I believe in hope, I believe that reach out will be able to run into the sky ... ...” But to me it seems so ironic. My little world, when can we have hope, put an end to this rainy weather, hang the rainbow? Why did not the seed I planted blossom? Only silence ... Everyone is God planted A flower, will be brilliant bloom, but I always feel that they are strains of grass,