晚上,在田野上漫步,我一个人。冬天的田野真的很无聊,没了夏夜的喧闹,少了秋夜的成熟,缺了春夜的一份新鲜,有的只是一片死寂沉沉。萧瑟的冬风吹来,我的心和它一样寒冷。最近的我,简直是倒霉透了。总是隔三差五地被老师叫进办公室,不是表扬,而是挨训。上次数学考砸了,这次外语不及格,连我最擅长的语文也亮了“红灯”。我伤心极了,认定自己是这世界上最可怜最不幸的人。我很痛苦,大有一失 In the evening, I wander in the fields. I am alone. The fields in winter are really boring, not the summer night’s hustle and bustle, the lack of maturity of the autumn night, the lack of a fresh spring evening, and some are only a dead silence. The bleak winter wind blows, my heart is as cold as it is. Recently, I was simply unlucky. The teacher is always called into the office in three-by-three ways, not praise, but training. The number of tests failed, and this time the foreign language failed. Even the language I was good at also lit the “red light.” I was so sad that I was the most miserable and unfortunate person in the world. I am very miserable