风“呼呼”地咆哮,连窗户都禁不住发出刺耳的哀吟。我不禁放下了笔,把眼睛移向了窗外:肥大的乌云挤作一团,向着没有边际的一边天飞快地飘动,低沉压抑。浑浊的天,浑浊的心,同样蒙着一层迷雾,雾里面黑洞洞的,冰冷得透着寒气,僵硬到滴血,像是快要被可悲的人吞噬了。面前堆积如山的作业,还有让自己都颓废的成绩,我的世界再次布满了阴霾。一次又 Wind “whirring ” roaring, even the windows can not help making harsh mourn. I could not help but put down the pen, the eyes moved out of the window: the thick clouds huddled, towards the non-marginal side fluttering fast, depressed depression. Turbid day, muddy heart, also covered with a layer of fog, black hole inside the fog, cold through the cold, stiff to blood, as if to be devoured by the sad people. In front of mountains of homework, as well as let yourself be decadent achievements, my world once again covered with haze. Once again