捕捉你心灵深处的故事吧,感动了你的也将感动我们。世上最美的,最安慰人心的,便是笑。那阶段是我难熬的日子。大考将近,人人恐慌,夜夜奋战。那理想的分数就像天上的云,虽美,却不可触及。目标仍然高照于影,自己偏偏力不足心。老天不周,三日雨骤。考完试的那夜,我在那冰凉的小床上辗转反侧,夜黑似深渊,雨捶在屋檐——咚咚,咚咚。种种心情交杂。天,仿佛更暗了。我呆呆地看着天花板,本无声息的房间里,一丝开门的声音悄悄探入,亦匆匆溜进了几线光。一个人影,在那几线光下踱步。无心望向坐于床沿上的她,我干脆闭起了 Capturing the story of your heart, touching you will also touch us. The most beautiful and comfortiest in the world is laughter. That stage is my tough day. Close to the exam, everyone panic, fight night after night. That ideal score is like a cloud in the sky, though beautiful, but not touched. The goal is still high according to the shadow, but he does not care enough. Bad day, three days rain suddenly. The test that night, I was in that cold little bed tossing the opposite side of the dark night like the abyss, the rain thrashing in the eaves - pound, pound. All kinds of mood mixed. Days, as if darker. I stared blankly at the ceiling, the soundless room, a trace of the sound of the door open quietly slipped into, and hurriedly slipped into a few lines of light. A silhouette, pacing in those lines of light. No hope to sit on the edge of her bed, I simply closed