小时候,我与二姐一道在村头庙里读书。那一年,由一年级升二年级的考试,我的语文是61分、算术是62分。60分是及格线,这个分数,便如一蹴而就的力气,把我推过了升级的门槛。可这个分数,也让我稍感羞涩和不安。我隐隐有些明白,我的分数偏低,是因了同班的二姐分数有些高了,她的语文和算术,都是80多分。你试想,倘若她的分数比我的还要低,我的分数 When I was young, I worked with my sister to study in the village temple. That year, from grade one to grade two, my language was 61 and arithmetic was 62. 60 points is the passing line, this score, it will be as a swift effort, pushed me through the threshold of escalation. But this score, but also make me feel a little shy and restless. I know some faintly, my score is low, because the class sister somewhat higher scores, her language and arithmetic are more than 80 points. You think, if her score even lower than mine, my score