我的卧室内摆放着一张木桌,拉开第一个抽屉,便能看见里边摆放着一叠纸片。厚厚的、泛黄的纸张,用夹子小心翼翼地固定。那是我小学时与好友们最珍贵最真诚的记忆。读小学时,我们班一直流行用“小纸条”聊天,从纸上撕下一个小角,写上一句话,再塞给前座的好友,虽简简单单,却乐此不疲。记得三年级的时候,对写作极其痴迷的我萌生了写小说的念头,那天午自修,我便鸡婆地将此事通过“小纸条”扔到前座好友的桌上。她展开纸条,毫不迟疑地写上一行小字,飞 There was a wooden table in my bedroom, and with the first drawer open, I could see a stack of pieces of paper inside. Thick, yellowed paper, carefully secured with clip. That was the most precious and sincere memory of my elementary school and my friends. Primary school, our class has been popular with “small piece of paper ” chat, tear off a small corner from the paper, write a sentence, and then to the front seat of friends, although simple, but never tired. I remember the third year of obsession with writing inspired me to write novels, self-taught that day, I will be the matter through the “little note” thrown to the front seat of friends table. She started the note, did not hesitate to write a small print, fly