一片繁星,几叠试卷,陪我度过紧张复习的日日夜夜。又是一个无眠的冬夜,看着平摊在书桌上的模拟测试卷,刺眼的分数、醒目的红色大叉,一切都令我觉得前几天的付出是多么不堪一击。窗外的寒风呼呼地吹,似乎也吹进了我的心中,冰冰的。父亲慢慢走到我身后,弯下腰,对我低声耳语。刚刚被分数打击的我,厌烦了父亲的教诲。我大声地发泄心中的情绪, A star, a few stack of papers, with me over the intense review of the day and night. It was a sleepless winter night, looking at the mock test papers lying flat on the desk, dazzling scores, eye-catching red big fork, everything makes me feel how a few days ago is how vulnerable it is to pay. The wind blew out the window, it seems blowing into my heart, ice. Father slowly walked behind me, bent down, whispered to me. I was hit by the score, tired of his father’s teachings. I loudly vent emotions,