我伏在桌前奋笔疾书着。又是期末了,各科老师轮番地督促,像几座大山压在我肩上,沉重得令人窒息。窗外的阳光柔情万种地洒进来,明亮得有些刺眼。楼下有两个顽童,在阳光里肆意奔跑着,尖叫着,小小的身躯迸发出无限的活力,那阵阵尖锐的叫声刺激着我的耳膜。我手中的笔不知不觉停下了,这题好难!我抱头苦思冥想,怎么也做不出来。窗外,又是一阵刺耳的尖叫,吵死人了!他们什么时候才能安静一会儿!我就像膨胀的刺豚,猛然冲向阳台,关上窗拉上帘,把阳光无情地挡在窗外。 I volunteered at the table with a book. It is the end of the period, the subjects turn round to urge the teacher, like several mountains on my shoulder, heavy enough suffocating. The sun outside the window tenderness sprinkled in, some bright glare. There are two urchin downstairs, wanton running in the sun, screaming, a small body burst out infinite vitality, the bursts of sharp waves to stimulate my eardrums. I pen in my hand unconsciously stopped, this problem is so difficult! I clumsy thinking, how can not do it. Outside the window, there was another screaming, noisy, noisy person! When would they be quiet? I was like an inflatable dolphin, rushing up to the balcony, closing the window and pulling the sun out of the window mercilessly.