“又是三月三,风筝飞满天……”风筝牵动着一群活泼可爱的小天使,天使们嘴中荡漾出甜美的歌谣,歌谣碰落了我一串苦涩、凄楚,一种想流泪的感觉滑过我眼际,我的记忆随风随歌翻开湿漉漉的一页。前年留级进班,心里黯淡得一无所有,老师给我安排了一个呆子似的同桌,我看他就不顺眼,乱蓬蓬的头发,上面粘着灰和头皮屑,衣服皱皱巴巴的,整个儿看上去使人有些不舒服。别人找他说话,他爱理不理,眉头 “It was March 3, and the kite flew all over the sky...” The kite touched a group of lively and lovely little angels. The angels sang a sweet song in their mouths. The song touched my string of bitterness and misery, and I wanted to cry. Feeling slipped through my eyes, my memory turned wet with the song. In the previous year, when I was graded into class, my heart was gloomy and the teacher arranged for me to have a cousin like table. I think he was unpleasant, with unkempt hair, gray lining and dandruff, and wrinkled clothes. It makes people feel uncomfortable. Others talked to him, he ignored and brows