《Diary》狸花小菜

8、blowing

　　Wind blowing! Wind blowing, blowing the flowers, blowing the grass, blowing the girl's dresses, blowing my face.
　　Wind blowing, it blowed off my laziness, my hopelessness, my sadness, my annoyance, my darkness.
　　Before I had the Japanese conprehensive class, I had such a good mood.
　　As you know, I have only studied Japanese for half a year, I could't understand the listening at once, and even worse when I was a lot nervous.
　　The teacher asked me to listen and translate it partly or fully. But what a pity that I could say nothing except “I don't know.”
　　Well, it was not annoyed enough. Then she asked another girl who sit before me. Actually, she said didn't know just as me, but, the teacher repeated the sentence word by word, to let her understand. I meant then I also could understand while she thought I was ignorant.
　　With heart full of anxiety, I walked out off the third teaching building and created a meme.
　　It said, “Hi, is that my Japanese teacher？I could't get the Japanese any more. I am on the top of the third teaching building, wind blowing strongly, and I am so afraid.”
　　I hate Japanese class on Wednesday. I feel anxious to learn it. Can you imagine if you don't know anything, you don't want to listen to the teacher, and what a bad nightmare the teacher ask you questions.
　　Wind blowing, it blowed off my diligence, my hopefulness, my happiness, my delight, my lightness.
　　Oh, wind blowing, my heart was broken.

作者有话说

　　please collect the next book in my column because that's really story, this is just my informal writing.