那张因被痛苦折磨而扭曲却显得异常冷静的脸,大概早已被我雕刻成塑像,安放在脑海中,无法销蚀了。2009年6月,我落榜了。站在成绩单面前,我冷静得叫人害怕。没有喜,没有怒,没有哀,没有乐。用无力的双手接过沉重的成绩单,我把自己锁在房间里,和它一起安静地躺在地上。那一刻,我终于明白了写在纸上的叫天昏地暗、闪电雷鸣、狂风暴雨的东西了。刚走完的三年,惨白的画面 The face that was distorted by his pain and torture, but was unusually calm, probably had been carved into a statue by me, and could not be eclipsed in my mind. June 2009, I took the job. Standing calmly in front of the transcript, I was calm and scared. No joy, no anger, no sorrow, no joy. I took my heavy transcript with my weak hands and locked myself in the room, lying quietly on the ground with it. At that moment, I finally understand what is written in paper called dusk, lightning thunder, stormy things. Just finished three years, pale picture