昏暗的街灯下,我一个人漫无目的地走着。看着街灯亮了一盏又一盏,我的心也沉了一次又一次,我企盼着那一幕温馨重回我的心扉,可脑海中同学们指手画脚、家长们严辞训斥的影子总也挥之不去。尘土飞扬的古道上,少年独自徘徊着,稚嫩的脸上挂着晶莹的泪珠。紧握着手中已断的风筝线,他 Under the dim light, I walked alone aimlessly. I watched the street lights come on and on and on, and my heart sank again and again. I was hoping that the scene would return to my heart with warmth, but the shadows that the students gesticulated in their minds and the parents reprimanded severely. Can’t go. On the dusty ancient road, the young boy was squatting alone, and his young face hung with crystal tears. Holding the broken kite in his hand, he