Touch her white and tender hands.

2. Stories between deskmates

When I was in grade one, I had an inseparable good friend-Zhang Shuyu. She is beautiful, blushing like rose petals, and a pair of deep dimples are beating with her endless smile. Her arch eyebrows are thin and long, and her big bright eyes shine with happiness like talking. Her hair is black and shiny, with two short braids hanging over her ears and two big red bows tied on it, as if two beautiful butterflies were flying among the flowers. She can sing and dance. She dances as lightly as a swallow and sings as euphemistically as a harp. She is still my deskmate.

Our home is very close. We often review our lessons together, go to school together and go home together.

On one occasion, Yu Shu and I were doing our homework, and we came across the colorful paintings she painted in the art group, so we took them and studied them carefully. I saw a faucet on the screen, with his mouth open, staring, sticking out his horns and sticking out his tongue. It's terrible, it's cruel. This painting is lifelike, great! Yu Shu found me looking at her painting at this moment. Probably a little shy, she reached for it. I didn't react at the moment, and my hand was still clutching the painting. All I heard was a bang and the painting was torn. I looked at the torn painting and said with great regret, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Can I draw another one? " Yu Shu's face sank and his mouth pursed like a nail. He turned over a ladle in a pitcher. She said angrily, "That's easy to say. I painted this picture very hard. You don't know what you drew! " "Yu Shu said, and grabbed the bag and walked away and never look back. I looked at her back, my cheeks bulging with anger and I couldn't speak. From then on, we didn't call anyone at school, and no one took care of anyone at school.

Soon, the school will hold a sports meeting. I have my project in the morning, but I forgot to wear sneakers. I'm running around like an ant on hot bricks. Oh, by the way, Zhang Shuyu's feet are almost as big as mine. Please borrow it from her. On second thought, I don't want to!

Then a familiar face appeared in front of me, it was her! I saw Zhang Shuyu say softly, "Hey, I, I'll change shoes with you." "Change shoes with you unless the sun comes out in the west." I said stubbornly. After listening to my words, she quickly said to me, "It was my fault last time. I shouldn't have said that. Please forgive me. I'd better put on my shoes quickly so that our class can get good grades. " Think about what happened that day. This is my fault. I am a class cadre, I should get along better than others, but I am really not as good as Yu Shu in this respect! I looked into those excited eyes and couldn't say a word.

I ran on the silver track and thought: I must run well! Because I have tasted the sweet taste of unity and friendship among my classmates.

3. Write a deskmate's composition (the story happened with the deskmate)

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You must be familiar with the word "deskmate" because you see him every day. Of course, there will be many countless stories between deskmates, some of which are like a cup of fresh water, and they laugh it off; Some are like black tea with ice, with a long aftertaste. In short, the stories at the same table are varied, with joys and sorrows. Xiaohe Composition Network zww.cn

My deskmate is a thin boy. I can see at a glance how anorexic he is, just like a person suffering from famine in a certain area. He likes playing games and singing.

Well, with the arrival of the self-study class, he began to show off his voice again: "I held a meteor crescent knife and shouted the slogan of the moon." Who is in front of you, please sign up, don't run if you can ... ""Wow! Oh, my god Wow! Earth! Others sing for money, and he sings for life! " I really want to wake him up and see if he has a fever. But no matter how I called him, he kept singing, intoxicated in the song, wandering in the song, no matter who howled, he still refused to stop.

Everyone loses his temper sometimes. When I was about to snatch his Chinese book, his singing stopped abruptly and growled at me, "Do you know that it is extremely impolite to disturb others?" You have to understand this! " I replied angrily, "but you have made it impossible for your neighbors to learn." Do you understand? " He is unreasonable, and his mouth is still "bah". Not to be outdone, I continued to fight: "You know how much it cost me to stop you!" " "We quarreled endlessly, and no one would give in. He is not a gentleman and doesn't know how to be polite. Finally, we thought of a fair solution, so we formulated the "Five Chapters of the Constitution", as follows:

The five chapters of the Covenant

Party A: Sue

Party B: Yao Siyu.

When Party A and Party B sit at the same table, they must abide by the following treaties:

1. Party B shall not throw garbage into Party A's garbage bag.

2. Party A shall not steal Party B's answers when doing the questions.

If the other party is in trouble, they must help.

4. Party A and Party B shall not cross the line.

5. Party A shall not borrow any stationery from Party B. ..

X year x month x day

The agreement calmed the storm. Although we stopped arguing, we were unforgivable with each other. It's hard to say that you don't forgive if you don't look up. For example, the teacher asked the deskmate to exchange questions, and we couldn't be speechless ... Hey, agreement! You are a tool to calm the storm, and you let the story of your deskmate continue. ...

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Tomorrow, will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday? Tomorrow, will you remember you who used to cry the most?

A campus song casts a hazy veil over the "deskmate" on campus, which makes people have unlimited leisure. Pour out the sentence, simple and beautiful melody, so that the original ordinary paragraph get along, a bit more ambiguous, a bit sweet, become a beautiful memory.

Recently, some media launched a survey on "deskmate" based on this song. One question is: "Do you remember this lyric? Do you still remember your deskmate? "

Yes, "Do you remember your deskmate?" In a word, it really reminds me of my student life. Those memories that have long gone away are floating in front of us. Unfortunately, our generation was born at a bad time, and none of our deskmates seemed to have the romantic mood described in the song. Although it is a bit boring to recall, it is also engraved with the imprint of an era. Let your thoughts drift with the wind for a while.

From elementary school to university, I have lived on campus for more than ten years, and I can't remember how many deskmates I have had. Among them, there were men and women, most of whom passed by and left a deep impression.

When I was at the same table in primary school, there was no speculation, and there were no more stories except some naughty children's pranks. That year, one of my high school classmates traveled far away. I saw her off at the station and happened to meet someone who was traveling with her. It was only during the conversation that I learned that I had been with my primary school classmates. To tell the truth, I can't remember her name, but she gave me a look, and she tactfully set out my primary school experience, thus determining the relationship between classmates. We were in a hurry and didn't have time to catch up with each other. Afterwards, my high school classmate wrote to mention this primary school classmate, saying that this classmate once sat at my desk and heard some stories from my primary school. My deskmate said that I was a little naughty and overbearing when I was a child. Once I drew a chalk line on the table, and my deskmate's arm was not allowed to cross the line. I don't remember such a thing, but it seems that it happened after she mentioned it. And I remember that many students were so naughty at that time, and there was no more meaning.

After entering middle school, "just classmates and teenagers, in the prime of life", people's growth may not necessarily sprout occasionally in their hearts, but there are not many ambiguous things happening at the same table. Maybe it's because my deskmate is too close, and I have contact every day, but I don't have more reverie. What's more, at that time, a group of ones and a pair of reds were implemented in the class, and the teacher always arranged for two students who had studied well to sit together. It is conceivable that this kind of helping relationship can spark.

It should be that college students are prone to sparks and emotions. However, as the first batch of college students who resumed the college entrance examination after the Cultural Revolution, our senior students had already got married when they went to college. Every day, I walk into the classroom with the smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, listen to the teacher's lectures, and go home full of math and physics texts to deal with my parents, wife and children, so I have no leisure. A lifetime of youth has already been exhausted in more than ten years of turmoil. The wasted time makes us more pragmatic and has long lost the romantic interest in the song. It is said that today's college students have been in pairs before they leave school, and even rent a house and live together outside the school. This was unimaginable before the 1980s.

There are only five girls in my college class. And I am lucky to be at the same table with one of them. To tell the truth, she is still the best among the five golden flowers. However, a round of age difference, let me see that she always thinks of her niece slightly older than her. It was the ten years of the Cultural Revolution that messed up the school, otherwise how could it become a deskmate?

Last year was the 30th anniversary of the graduation of the class of 77. Students met at their alma mater, from all over the world, and I met my deskmate at the university. The naive life of * * * has now matured into a graceful * * *. "Who rolled up your long hair and made your wedding dress?" I haven't seen you for years. I want to be humorous. I blurted out the lyrics of the song at the beginning of this article. Hearing this, she just said, "High handwriting." I immediately withdrew my humor and replied, "Yes". It can be seen that even with exaggerated techniques, it is difficult to dig out deductive scenes from our deskmates in those days. The deskmate, for us, is just a passing experience several years ago due to specific historical origins.

Anyway, that song is so beautiful that I envy the young students now, even a little jealous.

4. The story of me and my deskmate, 600 words.

From grade one to grade two, I have many deskmates, each with his own style and humor. But what makes me unforgettable is this year's deskmate: Xu. He gave me many good memories, even the memories of quarreling are good.

When I first sat at the same table with him, he called me "Carp Fat". I was very angry (I didn't know him very well, and talked to him several times in the first grade), so I got into a fight with him, and soon he begged for mercy. He and I became good friends in just three days, and he was very kind to me. A classmate robbed my homework copy the other day, and I didn't sue the teacher. Later, when the teacher found out, I was wronged and was scolded and cried by the teacher. Although I look like a boy, I am a girl after all, and I am very fragile. I walked back to the classroom with grievances, sat in my seat and cried. He was waiting for me in the classroom with a grasshopper. He tried to scare me because I was most afraid of grasshoppers. When he saw me crying, he immediately threw away the grasshopper and asked me what was wrong. "What happened? Feifei, don't cry. Did someone hit you? I'll call you back. It's a math teacher. I can't beat the math teacher. Did she scold you? I'll call you back. He said a lot of humorous things to make me laugh. Seeing that I was slow in doing my homework, he said, "I'll wait for you, so hurry up." He patted me on the head again and said, "Don't be sad, I will protect you. "

Once, I quarreled with him and I ignored him. When I went to the office to correct my homework, I accidentally chatted with the class teacher and said that Xu Xiaoqi was always bothering me, so the teacher lowered his position. When he returned to the classroom, the class had already started. He is very confused. He went to argue with the teacher after class, but the teacher ignored him. At lunch, he said to me seriously, "I will definitely change back." I nodded my head. When I am angry, he always coaxes me; When I am bored, he always teases me; He always helps me when I am in trouble. I remember one time, it was a physics class, and the physics teacher was very fierce. I fell asleep because all the papers were correct and I was sleepy. He saw it, and he was afraid that the teacher would find out, so he woke me up with an eraser. After class, I hit him without asking why. Later someone told me why, and I regretted it. I apologized to him and he forgave me.

Another time, he grabbed my shoulder and went upstairs. I pushed him away at that time. Fortunately, someone helped him, otherwise he would fall downstairs. He's not angry. He just patted me on the head and said, "Why are you so stingy? Let me hook my shoulders? " I shook my head and said, "You scared me." He smiled.

Everyone can see his kindness to me. I think he is my best friend. Although he was transferred, we are no longer deskmates, but our relationship remains the same, even better. I will cherish this good friend.

5. Composition Encyclopedia "The Story of My deskmate"

Everyone has their own deskmate and different stories that belong to two people. I can only provide you with one material. Make up your own story.

1. Call me when the teacher comes:

2. Write quickly.

Lend me a copy after you read it:

You copy first. Give it to me when you are finished. ;

Lend me your pen;

Let me see (during the exam):

What's your score?

(After handing out the papers). .

5. What class is next?

6. How many minutes before class is over?

7. Don't talk, the teacher is behind. .

8. Pass it to XXX for me:

9. The exam depends on you:

10. Hey. How to write the word XX? ：

1 1. I'm starving ... Have you eaten ...;

12. Do you have transparent adhesive?

13. Let me drink some water ... Don't face your mouth ...;

14. What is your homework at night? ：

15. Don't look ... The teacher is by the window ...;

16. Let me out ~ ~ Let me in ~ ~

17. I'll sleep for a while first. Please let me know when the teacher comes. .

18. What is this dictation?

Write a little bigger later.

warm

Miss my roommate ...

(We all say so)

I would like to dedicate it to every deskmate in my student life! I want to tell you: I miss the happy times before! I will always remember you! !

6. the story of Lao lang's "you at the same table"

A song I have known for a long time is "You at the same table". I know this song is written high and sung.

I met Gao at the award ceremony of Sina Blog Contest. He is very talkative. First, he said that Hanwang gave me a handwriting computer. He is very dissatisfied. He said that the richer people are, the more things others give, and the poorer people are. He used this example to illustrate a phenomenon of blog. If the click rate on the blog is high, it will be higher and higher, and if the click rate is low, you will never have a chance to show up. Some celebrities are well-known in society. After they start a blog, many people will come, and the click rate is naturally high. However, it is difficult for people without names to get everyone's approval and improve the click-through rate.

Gao also said that writing must have an atmosphere. Like ancient poets, he listed a lot of names and said that most of these poets wrote beautiful poems in brothels. If they are kept alone in a dark room, there will be no inspiration. You can't write a good work without seeing a beautiful woman, except two or three. He also listed the names, but I can't remember them clearly. I couldn't help interrupting: "You compare Sina blog to a brothel." Gao said: "Brothels and brothels are two different things", and then there are many reasons.

In my memory, Gao, Gao, Gao and Gao are connected with your deskmate. Gao's speech left a deep impression on me and reminded me of an incident that happened on my blog.

In a blog, I mentioned my middle school days. Unexpectedly, one of my middle school classmates saw it, and she immediately commented: "Seeing this photo of Lao Pan has vaguely restored the appearance of Lao Pan's middle school days. At that time, Lao Pan's classroom and I were separated by a wall, and occasionally I went to their classroom to play with my cousin Zhang Guangya. Lao Pan belongs to the kind of person who is short and young and sits in the first row of his class. There is a math homework exhibition, and I brought some exercise books for everyone to see. I remember Shi Ji, Pan Shiyi and others. Those people were numbered, but I didn't know who Pan Shiyi was, so I asked my cousin: Who is Pan Shiyi? Cousin A: It's the fastest in the first row. It's Miss Pan's nephew. I said: that white face and round head, with a clever smile? Cousin said: Yes. In fact, from the perspective of adults now, he is a clean, optimistic and sunny boy. Pan Shiyi's eyes in memory are big and bright. "

The information on this blog takes me back to middle school. The classmate who left this message is my alumnus and her cousin is my classmate. She is beautiful and good at studying, especially her handwriting. According to the present statement, it is the "school flower". At that time, I just came to the commune from the ravine to go to school, and I was very timid about everything there. When we were in middle school, boys and girls didn't talk much. I haven't said a word to the beautiful women in our class. This is the first time I have heard her praise me behind my back for decades. So I immediately left a message to this netizen asking where her cousin is now and asking her to say hello to her cousin for me. She replied that her cousin married the son of a tax administrator in our township and had a daughter. Then I remembered the song "You at the Same Table" sung by Lao Lang. There is a lyric in it: "It's only by chance that I turned over the photos that I remembered you at my deskmate." At that time, we never took photos and left any photos, but now you can also find your deskmate through the blog.

7. Write a letter to your classmate about your growth story.

Dear XXX:

I don't know when it started, and I have a kind of worry in my heart. I added a small lock to my thin notebook, which made me more cautious in speaking and doing things, and less naive and impulsive in the past. I learned how to be careful when dealing with people.

I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to old games. Playing house as a child has long been strange to us. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers. "Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me?

Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts. So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.

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Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest. `````

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores.

What's your name?

8. touching stories between deskmates.

/kloc-a 0/2-year-old Tibetan girl was buried in the ruins to save her classmates and died.

Zou Wen's classmate Zhang Chunmei, a student aged1/kloc-0 in Yingxiu Primary School, was rescued.

"Daughter, why don't you be selfish?" At 9: 00 am yesterday, beside the ruins of the collapsed teaching building of Yingxiu Primary School in Wenchuan County, Zou Ding, a 43-year-old Tibetan man, looked at the body of his daughter Zou Wen and cried with runny nose and tears. His wife Ren Chaoxiu and another relative were putting clean clothes on Zou Wen's body. Zou Ding's father in his 80s stood by and looked at his granddaughter, shedding muddy tears, shaking his body uncontrollably and muttering, "Good boy, teachers love him very much!"

County sports meeting 100 meter fifth place.

Zou Wen, a Tibetan girl, is 1.6 meters tall. She is a student in Class One, Grade Five, Yingxiu Primary School. She is also the monitor of the class and the leader of the school's Young Pioneers.

After the 5 12 earthquake, Zou Ding and his wife rushed to Yingxiu Primary School and found that the teaching building had been razed to the ground, leaving only the stairs standing abruptly. There is a child crying in the ruins. At that time, the couple believed that their daughter Zou Wen would come out alive. "Her heart has always been so kind, and her classmates like her very much at school. She is very generous and will share everything with her classmates. The teacher loves her, too. She often helps teachers to correct their homework. She is also very sensible and obedient at home. "

Zou Ding recalled her daughter, gushing and suffering. "Her academic performance has always been the first in grade, and her handwriting is good. Her composition is often read by the teacher as a model essay in class, and she also presides over the blackboard newspaper in the class. It can be said that she is well-developed morally, intellectually and physically. She teaches herself painting and music, and loves sports. At the end of April, she went to Wenchuan County to participate in the sports meeting on behalf of the school. 100 meters and 200 meters were both fifth. " The daughter was in good health and ran fast since she was a child, which is why Zou Ding and his wife always believed that her daughter would escape in time.

But in the afternoon of 14, people found Zou Wen's body in the ruins, and Zou Ding's heart, as he described it, was "suddenly broken".

"She may still be alive."

"She is the last in their class. When she was found, her hand was still clutching a classmate. At first glance, she knew that she was helping the teacher organize the evacuation of classmates. " Zou Ding cried and said, "She is running on the stairs on the second floor. If she hadn't helped the teacher save her classmates, she wouldn't have had an accident if she ran alone at such a fast speed! She could have lived, all to save her classmates! Her heart is too good, too kind We have been educating her to live in harmony with her classmates and love others. Only by loving others can you love yourself. If she was selfish once, she wouldn't ... "

What Zou Ding regrets most is that his daughter once told him that the school building was dangerous and he wanted to transfer it, but he didn't agree. "She told me a few times. After the Spring Festival this year, she told me that there were cracks in the teaching building of Yingxiu Primary School, which was a dangerous building. She wanted to transfer to Dujiangyan, but my family's economic conditions did not allow it, so I didn't agree. She was obedient and didn't say anything. Which know will ... "

Yesterday, Zou Wen's mother Ren Chaoxiu dressed her daughter in her favorite clothes for the last time-gray long-sleeved casual clothes and blue long sweatpants. She took out the photos taken for Zou Wen half a month ago. "She had 12 birthday, and I took some photos for her. I didn't expect this to be her photo. "

Next to Zou Wen's body, there are dozens of bodies of teachers and students of Yingxiu Primary School who were killed in the earthquake, and some of them have small schoolbags on them. Not far away, excavators are searching for teachers and students buried in the ruins. The school says there are more than 200 people buried below.

9. touching stories between classmates

Give you inspiration and change it yourself:

In my long memory, there are many things that moved me. They are like countless stars twinkling in the Milky Way. Although it is bright or dark, it is very beautiful. Among them, there is the brightest star hanging high above my head. Now, let me take it off and show you slowly.

I remember when I was in the second grade, I forgot to bring my gloves and went to school on a cold winter morning. When I got to school, my hands were red with cold, but it was too late to go back and get gloves, so I had to walk into the classroom.

As soon as I entered the classroom, it suddenly became dark, and "the rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings", which gives people an unspeakable sense of oppression. After a while, snowflakes floated into the air. It's snowing harder and harder, and finally, it's like a goose feather in midair ... it's getting colder and colder.

Watching the heavy snow, watching the students put on gloves one by one, I had to smoke and rub my hands, hoping to clear up soon.

However, "things didn't work out", and gradually, everything between heaven and earth became wrapped in silver, while the damn snow kept falling! My eyes can't help floating a layer of misty fog. I kept asking myself: How could you be so careless? How can you forget to bring gloves on such a cold day? It's getting cold! It would be strange if it keeps snowing and my hands are not frozen. ...

Just as I was regretting myself, a pair of gloves caught my eye. "Put it on quickly, you'll get frostbite." I looked up in surprise. That's my deskmate Liu Ting. She took off her gloves. "So ... what about you?" I hesitate to ask at this moment, I want to put my hand over immediately, and I keep blaming myself: why are you so selfish? Won't it be cold in Liu Ting? Are you the only one who is afraid of the cold?

Liu Ting seemed to see through my inner contradiction, grabbed my hand, put the glove in my palm and said, "Nothing, my hand is warm, not cold!" " "At that moment, the temperature of Liu Ting's palm suddenly made me feel unusually warm, so warm that I mistakenly thought it was spring. My nose is sour, so I put on gloves and tried to rush into tears in my eyes. Liu Ting smiled knowingly. ...

That incident touched me deeply. At that moment, Liu Ting's sweet smile will be engraved in my heart forever. Liu Ting gave me the gloves. Although it was not a so-called "earth-shattering" event, few people would sacrifice themselves like Xing Keqing. I believe that Liu Ting's action comes from her inner kindness, otherwise, she can "just sweep the snow in front of her house and leave others alone." .

Give someone a rose, and there is more fragrance in your hand. A candle will not reduce its brightness by lighting another candle, on the contrary, it will be more brilliant at the moment of lighting! In the long and heavy spiritual treasure house of our Chinese nation, helping others is a shining wealth. Liu Ting's spirit of self-sacrifice touched me. I read the true meaning of helping others from her smile.

10. Tell the story of you and your deskmate.

Once during a big break, I asked the teacher for leave not to do exercises when I was not feeling well, and then told people around me that when I didn't go, others asked why, only him asked why.

He is particularly good at science. The math teacher in junior high school left the classroom because he was not feeling well, and then asked me to sit behind my deskmate and finish the problem. I will never forget that when he went to the podium to give a lecture, his whole body seemed to shine, and he chased him for two years as soon as he entered the first grade. Now I have been together for six years and seven months in my junior year.

On the first day of high school transfer, the teacher arranged a seat for me, and then a boy at my new deskmate quietly pushed two Wangzi milk candy with his finger. I said, is this for me? He nodded shyly. Ah, boys are really cute creatures! Let me go up. Ho ho.

I said I was hungry, so I skipped class and bought me rice noodles. When he came back, he told me: This is beef. I didn't put pepper in it. It shouldn't be too spicy. Don't eat spicy food during menstruation. I often eat beef rice noodles in this restaurant. I don't know if you like it or not. If you don't like it, I'll buy you Korean rice noodles! Because he is Hui and I am Han.

Boys I like in high school. He idled around during recess. I miss him, why are you so idle? He said, you are not idle, you are sweet.

My deskmate, a boy, once compared the palm size with him. He suddenly clasped his fingers, and my face turned red. He just smiled.

The first time I saw this topic, I thought of him ... he was on the table on my left. When I first changed him, he would tilt his head and chat with me every day. "I really like chatting with you." His eyes are curved and the sun is warm. I still can't forget ... three years later, I still don't know whether I like him or cling to him.

Primary school boys sit at the same table and belong to the kind of sixth grade who is very skinny and occasionally warm-hearted One day, he came in in a hurry and said there was a big news, saying that I was reading a book and twisted my ear to one side. He suddenly kissed me, then looked into my eyes, and then ... I made his hand with his pen? Poked a hole.