Enter first of one we, lived over a many semester, total meeting has a few casual let oneself however very hard verbal thing, if have shy like me exceptionally, also be in next what thing is genteel crossing tear.
进入初一的我们，在那里生活了一个多学期，总会有一些不经意却让自己十分难以言语的事情，若有像我一样脸皮薄得出奇的，是不是也在哪些事情上流下过眼泪。
I remember clearly in those days.
我清楚地记得那时。
The dusk Sunday, we return the school to make work, I because small and " taking glory and mission move " , had received paper of the first self-criticism in my life. I also remember clearly in those days oneself, one face coma. The name of the person that hear activity in progress, astonish, it is the fury with ineffable have one's bosom filled with next, carry paper furiously and go. What is what also do not understand oneself are enraged at that time now.作文 WwW.ZuOwENbA.NeT
一个星期天的傍晚，我们回到学校交作业，我因为一个小本本而“带着光荣与使命感”，接过了我人生中第一份检讨纸。我也清楚地记得那时的自己，一脸麻木。听到未完成作业者的名字，震惊，然后是满腔莫名的怒火，气愤地携纸而去。现在也不明白自己当时气的是什么。
It is furious only, I toss paper at the back on the wall of wholesome horn, lop the hand that takes a pen, mood is in appear at this moment anger turn Bei, just confused, bemused be like staring at that white paper, can not know start writing unexpectedly partly temporarily. If I can be engraved here really return a seat, that also is a kind of illusion certainly, . Had lain like me the thing of the brim of trash, still feel oneself are necessary to stand in this really? . My exercise keeps the weapon that won't do, it is to give really the face grows in the home. I was immersed in the lair of ego lowliness, a tear has shed a face to be hanged in chin.
只是气愤，我把纸扔在后面卫生角的墙上，垂下拿笔的手，心境在这时似乎怒转悲了，只是一阵迷茫，发呆似盯着那白纸，一时半会竟不知动笔。我要是真的能在此刻回到座位，那一定也是一种幻想了，。像我已经处在废物的边缘的东西，还真的觉得自己有必要站在这吗？。我一个作业都写不成的家伙，是真的给家里长脸了。我陷入了自我卑微的泥潭，一行泪流过脸庞挂在下巴。
The classmate that loses rubbish at this moment is passed beside me, taking sympathetic look to look to me, 9 shoulders that patting me are being comforted, can you meet again then what effect to have? I twist the face stiff awkwardly to at the same time, there is foul atomsphere in brain, they just sympathize with me to continue to stand, they also meet as time passes treat me as chronically airy stops, did not sympathize with in those days with comforted stop... teardrop resembling broke a string, I had wiped, do not think tear is dirty it seems that classroom. But the tear adds faintness more double eye, want to cry, be afraid that cry must come teacher a curse, cover single-handed face, another hand is touched on paper to write. Hardship writes a few words, walk into a classroom later.
这时丢垃圾的同学从我身边经过，带着同情的目光看向我，一两名拍着我的肩安慰着，可那又会起什么作用呢？我尴尬地将脸僵硬地扭向一边，脑子里充斥着乌烟瘴气，他们都只是同情我继续站下去罢了，久而久之他们也会习惯性把我当做空气的罢，那时就没有同情与安慰了罢……泪珠像断了线，我一把抹过，似乎不想眼泪肮脏了教室。可泪越加模糊了双眼，想哭，怕哭声得来老师一顿臭骂，一手捂住脸，另一只手抵在纸上写。艰难写完几行字，回头走进教室。
The 2nd studies by oneself in scheduled time finish class, I am visitting bright month, the word that break down was full of cerebrum: Why be such? But I do not think such ah, in the future can I still have? Tear, blur again eye, wish only so embarrassed it is no longer momently in my life emersion...
第二节自习下课，我望着皓月，崩溃的字眼充斥了大脑：为什么是这样？可我不想这样啊，日后我还会有吗？泪，又一次模糊眼睛，只愿这样难堪的一刻不再在我生命中再现……