这一天,是煎熬的一天。每一分钟,凌香都忍受着折磨和煎熬。她上课走神,走路碰壁,吃饭吃不到心里。她一分钟一分钟盼着太阳下山,盼着天黑,盼着夜深人静,甚至,盼着吵架——她告诉自己这一天其实和昨天没什么两样;和前天、大前天,和以往所有的日子,没什么两样。这并不是多么特别的一天,不是不祥的一天。她挺着身子,坚定地安慰着自己,却忍不住一阵又一阵的寒战,就像生了热病。这一天,真是长于百年啊。终于,太阳下山 This day is a torment day. Every minute, Ling Xiang endure torture and suffering. She walked in class, walked against the wall, and could not eat my heart. She waited for a minute and a minute for the sun to go down, looking for darkness, looking forward to a quiet night, even looking forward to a quarrel - she told myself that this day was in fact the same as yesterday; and the day before, the day before, and all the days before . This is not a special day, not an ominous day. Her body, firmly to comfort themselves, but could not help burst after another chills, like a fever. This day is really longer than a hundred years ah. Finally, the sun goes down