那一晚,你紧紧地抱着我,你没哭,你笑着,眼眶红红的,窗外,满月的光刺痛了我的眼。——题记我生来就是一个顽劣的孩子。有一天,天下着大雨,老师咆哮着:给我滚出教室。他说,你只配去做美术生。你一定记得那一天,你去学校收拾了我的书包,带我回了家,你没说一句话,做好饭菜便在沙发上一动不动,窗外的雨鼓槌般打在窗上,你知道么?半晌我才看见你的泪,也像鼓槌一样打在你那印着“环卫”的橘黄色马甲上,你流 That night, you hold me tightly, you did not cry, you smile, red eyes, the window, the full moon light sting my eyes. - Inscription I was born a naughty child. One day, heavy rain in the world, the teacher growled: get me out of the classroom. He said you only deserve to be an art student. You must remember that day, you go to school to pack up my bag, take me back home, you did not say a word, do a good meal on the sofa motionless, the rain outside the window hit the window like a drumstick, you know Why? I saw your tears for a long while, but also beat like a drumstick on your orange vest printed with “sanitation” and you flow