孤独滋味

                             抬头看看,­

                             灰暗的天空.­

                             低头看看,­

                             枯黄的小草.­

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                             眺望过去,­

                             那山村里的孩子,­

                             琅琅的读书声塞过云雀.­

                             孩子们那样的快乐,­

                             我只是在暗自啃着自己的手指甲.­

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                             数着手指头,­

                             嘴里还默默念着:­

                             一根、两根、三根……­

                             心里却一直在想着与同学吵架的情形,­

                             突然,­

                             我很怪的把自己的手指头咬了一下,­

                             魂在到处飘着.­

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                             吵架的身影回荡在我的脑海中,­

                             "啊!啊!"­

                             我大声的叫起来,­

                             想摆脱这种阴影.­

                             但不行,­

                             我依然这样低着头.­

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                             与同学分散后,­

                             我伤心了,­

                             孤独的滋味吞噬着我的心.­

                             散了,­

                             全都散了.­

                             "朋友"这两个字,­

                             在我的字典中还有吗?­

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                             唯一只有孤独了.­

                             孤独的滋味我忍不了也得忍.­

                             这天,­

                             我又再次坐在树梢上.­

                             那孤独的滋味. ­