下晚自习的铃声敲响了。没等那悦耳的铃声落下,我已逃出了教室,奔向那久候我的操场。天空飘着什么,不知是不是雨,或者是我的泪滴。不管它是什么,任它肆意疯爬我的脸颊。在昏黄的路灯下,我那长长的影子在夜的笼罩下飘荡……也许现在是风雨交加,我耳边的头发已贴紧脸颊。我仍在漫 The bell for the next night of self-study rang. Without waiting for the sweet bell to fall, I had escaped the classroom and ran toward the playground that was waiting for me. What is the sky floating, I wonder if it is rain, or my tears. Whatever it is, let it go crazy crawling my cheek. Under the dim light, my long shadow wandered under the shadow of the night... Perhaps it is rain and rain, and the hair in my ear is pressed against my cheek. I am still in diffuse