背着89分的数学试卷,心里可不踏实。米乐一边拖着被试卷“压”重的书包,一边想象着妈妈看到试卷的样子。现在是春天的末尾。也许是为了送别春天,几乎所有的花儿都绽放了。树上、花坛里,整个城市都弥漫着一股淡淡的清香,走到哪儿,哪儿都有花儿向你微笑。要是在以前,米乐肯定会找一个安静的公园,翻着书奇遇包里看过十几遍的书,或者什么也不干,呆呆地看风景。只要没有什么不愉快的事,米乐会一直笑眯眯的,也许一整天都会是这样。 Carry 89 points math papers, my heart is not practical. Millet while dragging the test paper “pressure ” heavy bag, while imagining the way the mother saw papers. It is the end of spring now. Perhaps to send off the spring, almost all the flowers are blooming. Trees, flower beds, the entire city filled with a hint of fragrance, wherever you go, where flowers are smiling at you. If in the past, Millet will certainly find a quiet park, read the book over a dozen times in the book encounter bag, or do nothing, staring at the scenery. As long as there is nothing unpleasant, Mido will always be smiling, maybe it will be all day long.