马路上,那鸣笛声,是车。有没有人说过,心也可以装车呢。只是,这车的命运,掌握在自己手中。车,可以“爆胎”。那天,乌云密布,电闪雷鸣,好像老天非要跟我作对似的,竟狠心地将我硬生生地拖进分数的低谷。我咬着嘴唇,攥着试卷,尽量不去看。可是,那血色的红笔字依旧不停地在眼前浮现。我绝望了,彻底地绝望了。我跌在这里,泪水止不住往下流。那曾经的信心、梦想顿时灰飞烟灭。我就像一个盲人,漫不经心地在迷雾里走着,没有目的,也没有尽头。心路上,一辆属于自己的车,爆胎了。 On the road, that whistle, is the car. Has anyone said that the heart can also be loaded it. Only, the fate of this car, in their own hands. Car, you can “burst tire ”. That day, dark clouds, thunder and lightning, as God wants to do with me, actually cruel to my abrupt drag into the trough. I bite my lips, clutching the papers, try not to see. However, the bloody red pen still appears in front of us. I am desperate, completely desperate. I fell here, tears can not stop flowing down. That once the confidence, the dream suddenly vanished. I am like a blind man, walked in the fog casually, no purpose, no end. Mind, a car of their own, a flat tire.