窗外,雨淅淅沥沥地滴落,轻轻打湿我枯涸的心。我扯紧窗帘,雨珠却仿佛更加劈头盖脸地砸下来。我将头闷在枕头下,企图阻遏这凄婉的交响乐。昨天晦暗的一幕幕像影片放映般浮现在脑海。那是场很重要的汉字听写比赛。一年前,我作为学校队伍的二号选手参加市里比赛,可惜只获得第二名,与晋级省级比赛擦肩而过。今年,经学校重重筛 Outside the window, the rain dribbled, gently dampening my dry heart. I tightened the curtains, but the raindrops seemed to squat down more. I froze my head under my pillow in an attempt to deter this symphony. The dark scene of yesterday came to mind like a film screening. That is a very important Chinese dictation game. A year ago, I participated in the city competition as the No. 2 player of the school team. Unfortunately, I only got second place and passed the provincial level competition. This year, the school screened heavily