我宁愿你是一朵花,开在我心里,无论繁华与凋零都是我自己的事。一天冷冷地,我穿着最厚的衣服坐在教室的最后一排,桌上是一大堆散乱的书和学习资料。徐星陪着我,手里是一杯刚从饮水机里接的纯净水,冒着热气。我不停地跺着脚,笔在纸上飞快地演算着深奥的数理化。而每当此时,我总会想到妈妈,想起妈妈那 I would rather you be a flower and open it in my heart. No matter how bustling or dying, it is my own business. One day coldly, I was sitting in the last row of the classroom with the thickest clothes on the table. It was a pile of scattered books and study materials. Xu Xing was with me. She was drinking pure water from the water dispenser and braving the heat. I kept on tiptoeing, and the pen swiftly calculated the profound mathematics and physics. And at this time, I always think of my mother and think of my mother.