七月初的星期天。早上,我懒散地起了床,窗子外面的天空灰蒙蒙的正下着小雨。我倚窗而立,低沉的天空和淅淅沥沥的雨点压在我的心头,挥之不去。就在刚刚结束的期末考试中,我从班内的前十名落到五十多名,懊丧、悲伤和失望陪伴着我,想告诉自己坚强起来,泪水却忍不住流下来。 Sunday early July. In the morning, I got out of bed lazily, and the sky outside the window was drizzled with light rain. I stood against the window, the deep sky and patter of rain in my heart, lingering. In the final exam just ended, I fell from the top ten in the class to more than fifty. I was accompanied by melancholy, sadness and disappointment. I wanted to tell myself that I was strong and tears could not help but flow.