2011年6月,炎炎盛夏。九年寒来暑往,九年寒窗苦读,我把希望寄托于那一张薄薄的纸片,当看到这个无言的结局时,我哭了。啊!我失败了!我拼命地摇头,老师安慰我的话,我一句也没听进去,脑子里一片空白。我咬着下嘴唇,泪水模糊了熟悉的校园,模糊了同学们亲切的脸。我哭着跑出了培育我三年的校园,似乎我的梦想也离我越来越远……回到家之后,我把门狠狠地摔上,把自己关在房间里,号啕大哭!我考得太差了,离我的第一志愿差好几十分。看着同学们的毕业留言:人生就 June 2011, hot summer. Nine years cold to summer, nine years of study, I put my hopes on that a thin piece of paper, when I saw this speechless ending, I cried. Ah! I failed! I shook my head desperately, the teacher comforted me, I did not listen to a word, my mind blank. I bite under the lips, tears blurred the familiar campus, blur the classmates kind face. I cried ran out to cultivate my three-year campus, it seems that my dream is also farther and farther away from me ... ... After returning home, I dropped the door fiercely, shut himself in the room, I cry! Too bad, from my first wish poor poor scores. Looking at the students’ graduation message: life