天阴沉沉的,飘落着蒙蒙细雨,有一个人孤寂地走在小路上,任凭泪水从脸颊上划过,滴落在那张画满红叉的考试卷上。那个人是谁?他就是——我。脑子里回想着昨天发生的事情:“不就是考试吗,‘张飞吃豆芽——小菜一碟!’”我这般对同学说。可是今天,分数一出来,我傻了眼,鲜红的79分映入我的眼帘,它仿佛是一把锤子,在我脑袋上狠狠地敲了一下。耳边是老师的责骂声,各种负面的情绪在 Gloomy, falling with drizzle, a man walking alone in the path, leaving tears across the cheeks, dripping on the test paper painted full of red on the cross. Who is that person? He is - me. Think back to what happened yesterday: “Is not the exam ?, Zhang Fei eat bean sprouts - a piece of cake! ” I said to the classmate. But today, when the score came out, I was stupid, the red 79 reflected in my eyes, it seemed like a hammer, in my head severely tapped. Ear is the teacher’s scolding, all kinds of negative emotions in