也许,我们都是泥土下默默奋斗的种子,等待着某一天破土而出,傲然地接受阳光的洗礼。——题记一张红叉赫然的试卷夹着一阵温润的清风轻柔地飘下,静静地仰面铺开,以一种嘲笑般的姿态正视着它的主人。我慌张地将它迅速折起,却又缓慢摊开,凝视着一道道错误,惨烈的分数一下一下地重重捶打着失落的内心。我强忍住悲伤,将视线转向 Perhaps we are the seeds of the silent struggle under the soil, waiting for one day broke out, proudly accept the baptism of the sun. - Inscription a red cross-examination papers grasping a warm breeze gently fluttering, quietly spread his back, with a laughable gesture facing its owner. I panic it quickly fold up, but slowly spread out, staring at a road error, the fierce score about heavy hammering the lost heart. I hold back my grief and turn my attention