一阵清风吹过,头上的倒计时牌翻过了一页,距离考试的日子渐渐近了。每天在作业山中摸爬滚打的我身心疲惫,看着作文题目“爸爸的期望”,我真不知从何起笔。说实话,我除了知道爸爸天天让我待在家里做作业——说是这样才有希望上大学以外,压根不知道他对我有什么期望。我越想越气,一把推开作文本,从桌上厚厚的书与试卷下抽出一张《新晚报》,心不在焉地看起来。 A breeze blew over and the countdown card on the head turned over a page, getting closer to the exam. Every day, I was physically and mentally exhausted in the mountains of my homework. I looked at the topic “Dad’s Expectations”. I really didn’t know where to start. To tell the truth, I know that besides knowing that my father keeps me at home and doing my homework everyday, I hope that I can hope to go to college and I don’t know what he expects from me. The more I wanted to get more and more gas, pushed open the text and pulled out a “New Evening News” from the thick books and papers on the table. It looked absently.