玲哭着跑出了教室,我追了出去。她站在一棵大梧桐树下,用手指不停地在深褐的树杆上画着。我靠近她身边,一滴眼泪流下来,眼睛很红,顺着笔画,我看出了那是个“苦”字。我轻轻叹了口气,她说:“你先走吧!”我没动。我们就这样默立在风中,任煦风去抚平她难抑的心境。 Ling ran out of the classroom crying, I chase out. She stood under a big plane tree and drew her fingers on the dark brown tree poles. As I approached her, a tear ran down and my eyes were red. I followed the stroke and I saw it as a “bitter” word. I sighed softly, she said: “You go first!” I did not move. We stayed in the wind like this, letting Qufeng go to smooth her difficult mood.