“上课!”老师怒气冲冲地抱着一团卷子喊道。望着老师拉得老长的脸,大家知道又是考砸了,个个都不敢吱声。果然,把试卷往讲台上一扔,老师就训起我们来了。开始发试卷了,不知自己考得怎么样,我心里忐忑不安。不一会,就喊到我了。走上讲台,接过试卷,我的目光刚触到分数,就被那鲜红的“79”眩了一下,心也立刻沉到了谷底:就考这么点分,回家肯定要挨骂的。而耳边似乎立即响起了母亲那严厉的责骂声,窗外的树叶似乎也在“哗哗”地为我惋惜。但是,课还是要上的,我努 “Class! ” The teacher shouted angrily holding a roll of paper. Looking at the teacher Lade long face, we all know that test is smashed, and all do not dare to speak. Sure enough, throwing papers to the podium, the teacher taught us to come. Began to send papers, I do not know how to test myself, my heart uneasy. Shortly after, shouting me. Take the podium, took the papers, my eyes just hit the score, it was the bright red “79 ” dizzy a moment, the heart immediately sink to the bottom: the test so points, go home must be scolded . The ear seems to immediately sounded the mother’s severe scolding, the leaves outside the window seems to be “rushing ” for me to regret. However, the lesson is still up to me