第一单元的试卷批好了,语文老师一脸严肃地站在讲台上,同学们端正地坐在座位上焦急地等待着试卷发下来。当试卷静静地躺在我的桌子上时,我惊讶了,脑子里顿时一片空白,只有用红笔大大地写在试卷上的分数和一个个显眼的红叉叉在我的脑海里徘徊。在回家的路上,风“呼呼”地吹,吹得树叶“沙沙”作响,仿佛是在嘲笑我因为考试考得差了而灰心丧气,又仿佛是在安慰我,让我不要伤心,下次一定可以考好的。我想:人生不可能每一次 The first unit of the test paper batch is good, the language teacher solemnly stood on the podium, the students sit in an aisle seat anxiously waiting for papers sent down. When the test paper lay quietly on my desk, I was amazed. There was a blank moment in my mind. Only the scores of the test papers that were written with the red pen and the conspicuous red forks hovered in my mind. On the way home, the wind “whirring ” to blow, blowing the leaves “salsa ” sound, as if laughing at me because of poor test scores and discouraged, but also seems to be comforting me, let I do not feel sad, next time I can test well. I think: life can not be every time