政治考试的结束铃声一响,时间如同被切割,属于初三的那一半,刀口上尚残留着鲜活的气息,却俨然成了过去。考场里寂静而压抑的空气刹那间被各种电脑游戏、娱乐场所的名称搅动得嘈杂而生机勃勃,仿佛所有人埋藏了一年的激情在喷发的一刻彻底地淹没了小小的校园。我的心却犹如被一层防水的油面包裹,因为过于疲惫与麻木,因为谨小 The ringing bell of the political examination sounded as if the time had been cut. It was the third half of the third grade, and there was still a lively atmosphere on the knife edge, but it suddenly became the past. The silence and depressing air in the examination room was stirred by various computer games and entertainment venues and the name was full of vigor. It seemed as if everyone had buried a year’s worth of passion in the moment of eruption and completely drowned out the small campus. My heart is like being wrapped in a layer of waterproof oil because it is too tired and numb, because