我病了,病得很严重。一种叫“郁闷”的东西,偷偷地潜入我的体内,在期末考试前的一个月。“郁闷”真不是个好东西,它让曾经爱说爱笑的我,变得愁眉苦脸;它让曾经不可一世的信心,受到前所未有的打击;它让原本平淡无奇的一场考试,变 I am sick and ill is very serious. A thing called “Depressed,” sneaked into my body for a month before the final exam. “Depressed ” is not a good thing, it makes love I love once said, I am scowl; it allows the once-unbelievable confidence, an unprecedented blow; it allows the original bland test, change