看着桌子上舅舅送来的一箱白酒,我傻兮兮地笑了——我想起了一件事。那个午后,我为一篇作文愁眉苦脸。我想写出一篇好作文,可任凭我冥思苦想,手中的笔也写不出一个字。老师说过,当你思维短路的时候,不妨将目光投向窗外,窗外的一草一木说不定就能给你灵感。我抬起头,准备将目光投向窗 Looking at a box of white wine from my uncle’s desk, I smiled silly - I remembered one thing. That afternoon, I was worried about an essay. I want to write a good essay, can let me meditate, the pen can not write a word in the hand. The teacher said that when you think short-circuit, may wish to look out the window, the grass outside the window might give you inspiration. I looked up, ready to look to the window