上周的书法课上,同桌突然说:“我活得好累。”那时我正在写丰收的“丰”字,等写完后才发现那一竖歪了。是累了吗?哦,不,是心在抖。他和我一样,学校———家,家———学校,一直这样两点一线地奔波着。但我想说的是,这多么有意思———路边的小草随着季节在变化着,变换着不同的颜 In the calligraphy class last week, the same table suddenly said: “I lived tired.” At that time I was writing the “Feng” character for the harvest. When I finished the writing, I found out that it was an erection. Is it tired? Oh, no, it’s a trembling heart. He is like me. The school—home, home—is always running like this. But what I want to say is how interesting this is—the grass on the roadside changes with the seasons, transforming different colors.