人们都说,秋天是丰收的季节;人们都说,金色是丰收的颜色。但是有时,我也想要银色。——题记当风儿吹开放在最上面的一本作文本时,老师的脚也跨入了教室——这是一节作文课。按照惯例,老师开始按分数从高到低的顺序读每个学生的名字和作文成绩。一个,两个,三个……我在心里默数,却迟迟听不到我的名字。我的心像小兔子一样跳着,身体仿佛也跟着颤抖。再往后就不是一类文了,我忐忑着。终于到我了—— People say autumn is a season of good harvest; people say gold is a good harvest. But sometimes, I also want silver. - Inscription When the wind blew open a top copy of the text, the teacher’s foot into the classroom - this is a composition class. By convention, the teacher begins to read each student’s name and composition grades in descending order of scores. One, two, three ... I was silent in my heart, but I could not hear my name. My heart is jumping like a bunny, and my body trembles. And then not a class of text, I am stupid. Finally came to me