He locks up himself in the room, bend over on the desk, the hair is become by hold tight the roost of a chaotic. He is anxious for the composition. The teacher decorated a composition, he has made rough draft, but listened to a teacher one time after comment and appraise, he discovers he is excursive. Immediately float removes posse dark clouds on his face, the head became small go down, heave a sigh in a low voice: "Should rescript... "
他把自己锁房间里，趴在桌上，头发被揪成一个乱糟糟的鸟窝。他正在为作文发愁呢。老师布置了一篇作文，他打好了草稿，但听了老师一番讲评之后，他发现自己离题了。他脸上顿时浮起一团阴云，头低了下去，小声叹息道：“要重写了……”
Return the home, he locks up himself in the room, open text, look at page of a blank, in cerebrum also a blank. He tries to get inspiration from inside composition book, but also of no help. He bends over on the desk, catch a hair in disorder, as if should come out cerebrum dig or dig out with a finger or sth pointed to search subject matter. He was written very few a few crossed, brows is squeezed into " plain " glyph, holding a composition in the arms first, shut have sth in mind, repeating ceaselessly: "This is incorrect also... that is bad also... " but also was not used so urgently, he still clutchs put pen to paper, after writing a few words constrainedly, throw the pen aside, attack on the bed, stand up again, looking at the ceiling, holding a head in the arms to come in the pace in the room pace goes, yelp ignore big ignore small: "Ah, be no good... alas, incorrect... "
回到家，他把自己锁在房间里，打开作文本，看着一片空白的书页，大脑里也一片空白。他试图从作文书中获取灵感，但也无济于事。他趴在桌上，乱抓头发，仿佛要把大脑抠出来寻找题材。他写了寥寥几笔又划掉了，眉头挤成了“川”字形，抱着头，闭着眼，不停重复着：“这也不对……那也不好……”可是这样急也没有用，他还是抓着笔，勉强写了几个字后，把笔扔在一边，扑倒床上，又站起来，望着天花板，抱着头在房间里踱来踱去，叫喊声忽大忽小：“啊，不行……哎呀，不对……”
His dizziness dazzled, two legs pins and needles, light is faced to shine suddenly in the head. He is long suck at a heat, sit down immediately, set sb's teeth, begin book of disease of act vigorously pen. Time goes bit by bit, on blank page gradually by cram, the brows of close lock spreads out slowly, grow Shu Yi tone, facial rise reveals a smile.
他头晕目眩，两腿发麻，脑中突然临光一闪。他长吸一口气，马上坐下，咬紧牙关，开始奋笔疾书。时间一点一点过去，空白的书页上渐渐被填满了，紧锁的眉头慢慢展开，长舒一口气，脸上浮现出一丝笑容。
alleged " read defeat 10 thousand, if begin to write or paint has a mind " , face curt character, he sighed deeply at a heat, blame oneself only bad at ordinary times good book, when writing can make effort at the last moment!
正所谓“读书破万卷，下笔如有神”，面对生硬的文字，他深深地叹了一口气，只怪自己平时不好好书，写时只能临时抱佛脚！(文/石沛谦)