雨不紧不慢地下着,淅淅沥沥。如烟似雾的冷空气中飘浮着丝丝茫然,徘徊在每个角落。教学楼前的倒计时牌又掀开了新的一页,成绩单上的分数依旧苍白无力,教室里有些躁动,书山后传来几声叹息。望着窗外无休止的雨,你莫名地有些伤感,有些烦躁。你开始怀疑自己的能力,开始烦手中的试卷,开始烦这雨……很想和你分享一个故事:1954年世界杯,夺冠呼声最高的巴西队在四分之一决赛中被匈牙利队淘汰。回国时,所有队员都怀着忐忑不安的心情,因 Under the rain slowly, lingering. Smoke-like fog floating in the air flies blankly, wandering in every corner. Countdown in front of the teaching building has opened a new page, the score on the report card is still pale and weak, some restlessness in the classroom, came sigh several sighs. Looked endless rain out the window, you somehow sad, some irritability. You start to doubt your ability to start annoying papers, start annoying the rain ... ... want to share with you a story: the 1954 World Cup, the highest win of Brazil in the quarterfinal by the Hungarian team eliminated. When returning home, all team members with uneasy mood, because