下周月考。刚听到这个消息时,她恍惚了一下,发出了低低的抗议声,心头的乱麻还未捋平,如今只剩下了叹息的力气。有一群飞鸟从窗边飞过,她抬起头,飞鸟却只剩下了潇洒的背影,渐渐远离,飞向她所向往的时空。右手边的习题只多不少,浑浑噩噩埋头做了一个上午,高度却还摆在那儿,安安稳稳。静默在阳光漂浮的下午的时光里。她又忍不住胡思乱想,课桌里躺着一本非常时期 Test next month. Just heard the news, she trance a bit, issued a low protest, the heart of the mess has not yet flattened, and now only the power of sigh. A group of flying birds flew by the window, she looked up, but the bird left with a chic back, farther and farther, flying to her time and space. The right hand exercises only a lot more, muddy unexplored doing an afternoon, the height is still there, safe and secure. Silent in the afternoon sun floating time. She could not help but think cranky, lying in a desperate period in the desk