台风欲来,天黑得像口锅。江雪华不知道现在是什么时候,也不记得自己在球场的看台坐了多久。校园里,好像巳经没几个人了。过去的这三天,不知是怎么过来的,交卷铃一响,感觉整个人像被碾过一样。江雪华呆呆地坐着,然后看到露台外面,雪花样的纸片纷纷扬扬。男生们在吼,女生们在叫。是的,解放了,那些像山样的书 Typhoon, Dark is like a pan. Jiang Xuehua do not know when it is now, do not remember how long stand in the stadium stands. It seems like there are not a few people on campus. The past three days, I do not know how come over, handing bell volume, I feel the whole portrait was run over the same. Jiang Xuehua sat staring blankly, and then saw the outside of the patio, snow-covered pieces of paper have flourished. The boys roar, the girls are calling. Yes, liberated, those like mountain-like book