温暖的春风,夹着几缕花的味道,钻进我呼吸有些急促的鼻孔。刚刚还在为一道数学题绞尽脑汁、紧张不已的我,在闻到久违的花香后,一种强烈的疲倦感促使我放下了手中的笔。我不经意间抬头,看见她站在窗外。那是一个陌生而朴实的农村妇女,她手里拎着些什么东西,站在离我不远处的操场上,似乎在张望着什么。自习课时间,大家都各自忙碌着,我只能坐在座位上,看着她在那儿踱来踱去,似乎很窘迫,很着急。 Warm spring breeze, the taste of wisps of incense, I breathe into some hurry nostrils. I was still racking our brains for a math problem. After a long absence, I felt intense tiredness that led me to put down my pen. I looked up inadvertently and saw her standing by the window. It was a strange and earthy rural woman, something in her hand, standing in the playground not far from me, as if looking at something. During the self-study period, everyone was busy with each other. I could only sit in my seat and watched her pacing up and down. I felt embarrassed and anxious.