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距离小学毕业不知有多久了。不知怎的,我想念起他们那幼稚纯真的模样来了。找了许久却找不到那曾经风靡一时的同学录,问母亲,她说:你都不看,我放到仓库里去了。“于是我便到仓库里将它找出来,拍了拍,腾起的灰尘直往我的鼻孔里钻。抿着嘴,翻阅着,忽地停在了其中一页上——我看到了他,儿时的那个男孩。那时的我,总是远远地看着他。阳光在他的笔头跳跃,
I do not know how long I have graduated from primary school. Somehow, I remembered how their innocent innocence came. Looking for a long time but could not find the once-popular classmates, asked her mother, she said: You do not look, I went to the warehouse. ”So I went to the warehouse to find it, patted it, and the rising dust went straight into my nostrils." Pouting, reading, and suddenly stopped on one of the pages - I saw him , The boy from childhood, when I was always at him, the sunshine jumping in his writing,