唉!又是低分,考卷上“矫揉造作,情感粗糙”的鲜红批语刺得我头晕目眩。我一直喜欢信手涂鸦,语言也逐渐练得生动俏皮,可是得意总被低分恼,那“内容空洞,情感苍白”的批语如雨后春笋般地涌现在我的一张又一张考卷上。我陷入了深深的迷惘与痛苦之中……周末来了,妈妈拿起我那张被泪水浸渍过的考卷,皱了皱眉头,重点大学毕业的她决定帮我“诊断病情”。她两眼紧紧盯着考卷,面色凝重,突然, Alas! Low scores, papers on the “artificial, emotional rough,” the red sting I was dizzy. I have always loved graffiti, and the language has gradually become vivid and witty. However, my triumphant triumphant triumphantly, the “empty-voiced, pale-eyed” petition has sprung up in my papers one after another. I was caught in deep confusion and pain ... ... the weekend came, my mother picked up my tears impregnated test paper, frowned, focused on her graduation, she decided to help me “diagnose illness ”. Her eyes firmly staring at the test paper, looking dignified, suddenly,