6月30日晴透过窗户,我望着天空,白云遮挡住了太阳,占领了整个天空,透出一股令人厌恶的气息——何必呢?走进洗手间,冷水拍打在脸上,镜子中的自己,皱着眉头,叹了一口气。时间在脑海中飞速倒流,我似乎又站在了一年前的体育场上。那是四百米跑的预赛,虽然身处于一个绝佳的位置,却似乎毫无取胜的希望。发令枪响,我飞奔了出去,却仅跑出几十米便被远远地落在了后面,比赛结束,结果显而易见——我没进决赛。 June 30 Clear through the window, I looked at the sky, the clouds cover the sun, occupy the sky, revealing a repugnant atmosphere - why bother? Into the bathroom, cold water on the face, the mirror In the self, frowning, sighed. Time flies back in my head, and I seem to stand on the stadium a year ago. It was a preliminarily four-hundred-meter run, and despite being in a superb position, it seemed hopeless to win. Firing gun, I flew out, but ran tens of meters away was far behind, the game ended, the result is obvious - I did not enter the finals.