第二百七十二章日记22(2/8)

                                                                                          我伏在课桌上。正对面是一张大黑板，空荡荡的，没有一个粉笔字，大黑板旁边挂着一个小黑板，上面书写着一行大大的粉笔字“距高考还剩117天”，后面是三个大大的感叹号。
                                                                                                                                                                斜对面墙上贴着两副字：“为中华之崛起而读书。——周恩来”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “学海无崖苦作舟，书山有路勤为径”
                                                                                                                                                                它们给我动力，让我时不时的热血沸腾。
                                                                                                                                                                教室里除了沙沙的划纸声，就是坟墓般的静寂。还没走出冬季，夜晚异常的冷，我感到莫名的燥热难耐。我正在做数学题，本来是一道普普通通的数学题，解来解去都没有好结果。我信步走出教室。
                                                                                                                                                                初春月夜，清冷异常。兰马一高灰仆仆的教室和光秃秃的树木都在残冬的寒夜里瑟瑟发抖。
                                                                                                                                                                室外有月，月光清冷，另一个寂聊无声的世界。南行一百步就到了大操场。我沿着操场的跑道，逆时针方向走下去，慢慢走着，一圈圈不停地走着，没有了abcd，没有了＋－X÷，没有了之乎者也，整个儿非生命的机械运动。
                                                                                                                                                                我感到有点孤独，不仅是日常生活中的孤独，这孤独来自灵魂深处。我仰望深邃的夜空，探索一个问题，宇宙中有无数个星

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