那年,班里转来一个男生,他身材修长挺拔,面色略有一些苍白,像一杆青竹,显得文静而脱俗。他总是一个人独来独往,不大讲话,显得不大合群的样子,但他身上流淌出来的那种淡淡的忧伤的气质,像一首诗一样,迷倒了很多女生。那时候,我们都用钢笔写字,大多数同学通常都只有一支钢笔,家境略好些的同 That year, a male student was transferred to the class. He was tall and straight, with a slightly pale look, like a bamboo, which seemed quiet and refined. He is always a person walking alone, not much talking, it does not look like a group of people, but the kind of pale sadness that flows from him, like a poem, has captured many girls. At that time, we all used pens to write. Most students usually have only one pen, and their family members are better off.