六点零五分。此刻的我,正坐于考场,看着手中棘手的作文题发呆。突然,窗外传来一阵小孩的歌唱声,是一首稚嫩的童谣。考场里的每个小伙伴都笑起来,那样轻松又宽心地笑;而我,恰恰相反,皱起眉头。路本来就不见曙光,这样一来,完全被搅成了一锅乱粥。正当苦恼时分,一阵急切却不失轻柔的低语声把我的整颗心又唤了去:“哎,别吵哦,哥哥姐姐正在考试!”霎时,走廊静了下来,整个 Six ten five. At the moment, I was sitting in the examination room, looking at the hands of the composition of the tricky question daze. Suddenly, a child’s singing came out the window, is a nursery nursery rhyme. Every little partner in the examination room laughed so relaxedly and comfortably that I, on the contrary, frowned. The road has not seen the dawn, this way, completely stir into a pot of porridge. While distressed, a while eager yet soft whisper to my whole heart and called: “hey, do not be noisy, brother and sister are exams!” Instantly, the corridor calm down, the whole