在下午开校会时,一种不祥的兆头在我心中产生。感到我在化学竞赛中有可能会失败,但是,我却想着我的名字,能在播音员的口中吐出。但事实土这些都成了天边那飘缈的云,慢慢地散了,希望破灭,垂下的是我的头,我不知我的脸是绯红还是苍白,也不知我此时是清 In the afternoon of the opening of the school meeting, an ominous omen was born in my heart. I feel that I may fail in chemistry competitions, but I think of my name and I can vomit in the announcer’s mouth. But the fact that the earth has become the cloud that is cloudless in the sky, slowly dispersed, hope is shattered, and my head hangs down. I don’t know whether my face is red or pale, and I don’t know if I’m clear at this time.