又是周五,临近放学,老师们刷地一下齐冲进教室———报成绩。数学、化学、英语……啊,天哪!!……又是狼藉一片。我慢慢地收拾书包。考卷上那鲜红欲滴的分数似乎使整张纸都要烧起来,烫得我的手一阵麻木,终于狠狠地塞进书包最底层。放学的路上,心里堵得慌,感觉脚步特别绵软,失去重心似的站不住。 It is Friday, near school, teachers brush about Qi Chong classroom --- reported results. Maths, Chemistry, English ... Oh my god !! I slowly pack up. The test scores on the bright red seems to make the entire piece of paper to be burned, burned my hands a numb, and finally fiercely into the bottom of the bag. On the way from school, my heart clogged, I feel especially soft footsteps, unable to stand the center of gravity.