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那个雨季,我名落孙山,身体犹如悬在半空中,没了重量。说好要坚强,泪水却恣意地流满脸颊。在回家的路上,我犹豫、迟疑、停留,好像迷失了方向。夜拉开偌大的帷幕,是点点雨滴催我回了家。奶奶乐呵呵地在门口守望着我,我却笑不出来,像那黑沉沉的雨夜。放下书包,我懒散地躺倒在沙发里。忽然感觉与往常不一般,一股暗香在鼻尖浮动,甜甜的,淡淡的,从我颓败的心灵庭院轻轻拂过。是花香!寻着幽香,我飞奔到阳台。呀!是我
That rainy season, my name is off the mountain, the body is like hanging in the air, no weight. Said to be strong, tears flow freely cheeks. On my way home, I hesitated, hesitated, and stayed, as if I had lost my way. Night opened a huge curtain, is a little raindrop reminded me back home. Grandma cheerfully watch me at the door, I can not laugh, like that heavy rainy night. Put down the bag, I lazily lying on the sofa. All of a sudden I feel uncommon with the usual, an implicit fragrance floating in the nose, sweet, light, gently from my decadent soul courtyard brushed. Is the fragrance! Looking fragrance, I flew to the balcony. It is me