“咚”的一声巨响,一把粗壮的椅子恶狠狠地砸在了我娇嫩的手腕上,我的手一阵剧痛。更可恨的是,我那不争气的手骨头就这样裂了一条缝。一块木板、一堆纱布就这样夺去了我右手的自由。去学校的路上,我的心如同正在翻炒的栗子一般,不能安分。哎呀!我背不了书包,等会儿到了学校,书包该“何去何从”呀?哎呀!我只有一只手能用,摆作业那要花多长时间呀? “Boom ” a loud noise, a stout chair fiercely hit my delicate wrist, my hand burst of pain. Even more hateful is that my disappointing hand bones so cracked. A piece of wood, a pile of gauze thus robbed my right hand freedom. On the way to school, my heart is like a stir-frying chestnut, I can not be safe. Oh, I can not back my school bag, and soon I am in school, my schoolbag, “Where are you going?” Oh? Oh! I have only one hand to use it.