天天晚上补课,十点多才能回家,因为高考的分数必须非常“完美”。我是赶考人流中的一员,因此也必须完美。“路灯是一群巨大的纺织娘/织着衣裳为夜。”坐在回家的电车上,望着车窗外的街灯在细雨中变幻着美妙的色彩,睡意飘渺,梦而未梦,这是所谓的完美吗?少年时候,爱上层楼,而且喜欢伟岸的东西,做壮美的梦。但是,在老师眼里,我只是一个毫不出众的灰姑娘,在父母心中,我又是一个永远长不大的乖孩子。这让我失望。也许该把蓝天上的鹰隼、大海里的蛟龙暂时抛开,然后把低处的一粒沙、一棵草无限放大,想象自己是一阵风,一只虫,毫不炫耀。风是无形的,但穿过了草丛,穿过了树林,就有了形色(看到了绿 To make up classes every evening, more than ten can return home, because the college entrance examination score must be very “perfect”. I am a member of the exam stream and must therefore be perfect. “The street lights are a group of huge textile mothers / weaving clothes for the night.” Sitting on the tram home, looking at the streetlights in the window, the colors in the rain changed in a wonderful color, drowsiness drifted, dreams and dreams, this is The so-called perfect? ​​Youth, fell in love with the floor, and like the stalwart thing, make a magnificent dream. However, in the eyes of the teacher, I was just a Cinderella who was not outstanding. In the hearts of my parents, I was a good boy who never grew up. This disappointed me. Perhaps it is time to throw away the eagles on the blue sky and the dragons in the sea. Then zoom in on the sand and the grass in the lowlands. Imagine that you are a gust of wind, a worm, and do not show off. The wind was invisible, but it passed through the grass and passed through the woods.