饭后独自一个人漫步操场。大雨刚过,塑胶跑道湿透了,颜色深了一层。操场上一片空旷,没有什么人在这里。我沿着最外层的跑道绕圈,一阵风吹过,全无“吹面不寒杨柳风”的惬意,感觉凉飕飕的。身旁树上的叶子载满水珠,滴滴像是悲愁的泪。我低着头,心中的苦闷无从排解,越积越多,实在难受。哎哟,快上课了,无奈,快步回到教室。坐到座位上,整理东西。不经意翻出一张试卷,翻开一看,那红艳艳的“116”映入眼帘,各 After dinner, walk alone on the playground. After the heavy rain had just passed, the plastic runway was wet and the color was deeper. The playground is empty and no one is here. I ran along the outermost track, and a gust of wind blew through it. It was all cool, and it felt cool. The leaves beside the tree were full of drops of water, and the drops were like tears of sorrow. I bow my head, and my heart’s grief can’t be resolved. I’m getting more and more uncomfortable. Hey, I’m going to class soon. Sit on the seat and tidy up. Inadvertently pulled out a test paper, opened it, and the red-brilliant “116” caught sight of it.