雨点不知疲倦地敲打着窗棂,窗户上渐渐地聚满了白色的雾气。不一会儿,水流就分出几条岔道,自顾自地东西南北流淌。我木然地看着雨珠,耳朵里充斥着张信哲的《信仰》。桌面上平躺着一张数学试卷答题卡,上面漂亮的阿拉伯数字在嘲笑着我的无知。我愤怒地将它揉成一团,那数字也变得狰狞起来。窗外狂风肆虐, The raindrops knocked tirelessly on the window grubs, and the windows were gradually filled with white mist. A moment later, the water will be divided into several branches, South and North flows freely. I looked at the raindrops blindly, ears filled with Chang Hsin-chul’s “faith.” A math test answer sheet is lying on the desk, with the beautiful Arabic numerals teasing my ignorance. I angrily put it in a ball, the figure has become linger together. Wind raging outside the window,