在路灯的指引下,微凉的夜风送着她一路向南。她佝偻着腰,走得很慢,影子也被路灯拖得老长,在两侧斑驳的树影的映衬下,显得格外寂寞。看着她孤独的背影,我突然很能体会她的心境。她不善言辞,严厉冷峻。当她敏捷地如同一只猫一样躲在教室后门窥探我们时,当她武断地将我的座位调到最后一排时,面对她的咆哮,我的内心充满了轻蔑与厌恶。她如同一个梦想的囚禁者高高地耸立在我们面前,审视着我们,衡量着我们。她严肃而瘦弱的身板下一定藏着一颗铁打的心,那批评的话语一定是她最恶毒的嘲讽与诅咒,否则,为何终日看不到她的笑脸? Under the guidance of the street light, cool night wind sent her all the way south. She was stooped, walked very slowly, the shadow was also dragged by the street lamp, against the mottled trees on both sides of the sky, it is particularly lonely. Looking at her lonely back, I suddenly can understand her state of mind. She is unspeakable and stern. As she swiftly hid behind us in the back door of a classroom as a cat hid us, as she arbitrarily set my seat to the last row, my heart filled with disdain and disgust in the face of her roar. She stood before us as a prisoner of dreams, examining us and measuring us. Her serious and thin body must have hidden an iron heart, the criticism of the words must have been her most vicious ridicule and curse, otherwise, why can not see her smile all day long?