6月16日,周二。那天,烟雨空濛,初夏时的雨,柔,操场边树权上的绿叶早被冲洗干净了,雨又来冲刷,怕是急切地想把它冲成黄色,冲得满地叶落花败。我幸运地被安排在最喜爱的座位——四组三排,临窗的位置比别的位置先一步感受到来自外界的变幻无常。数学考试是我最不擅长的代数——分式。四十分钟过去了,我已经答完试卷,右手执笔撑脸,左手搭在窗台的白栏杆上。窗台上脱落下干巴巴的白漆,盆中因没被同学照顾好而枯萎的花,以秋花黄的状态来衬托这难得到来的夏天。 June 16, Tuesday. That day, Amidst the misty rain, early summer when the rain, soft, green leaves on the edge of the playground has long been washed clean, rain again washed, afraid to eagerly put it washed into yellow, rushed to defeat. I was fortunate enough to be in my favorite seat - four rows and three rows, with the window at a first step ahead of the rest of the world. The math test is the least algebraic-fractional I’m good at. Forty minutes have passed, I have finished the test paper, hold my face with his right hand, left hand on the sill of the white railing. The windowsill shed off the dry white paint, the basin was not taken care of by the students good and withered flowers, autumn yellow state to set off this rare summer.