“快来看呀,我们班来了一个山妹子哟!”“小麻雀”在班上叽叽喳喳的嚷开了。正在看书学习的我们不约而同地抬起了头,异口同声地问道:“她在哪儿?”顺着“小麻雀”手指的地方,我们寻望过去。可不是,在班主任杨老师的身旁,站着一个跟我们年纪相仿的女孩。她梳着两条牛角辫,黑里透红的脸蛋上还镶着一对逗人的酒窝。她身穿一件洗得发了白的红上衣,一条蓝不像蓝色,绿不像绿色的裤子,裤子的膝盖上还挂着一副“望眼镜”。在 “Come and see, our class has come to a mountain girl!” “Little sparrow” broke open in the class. When we were reading and studying, we raised our heads in unison, and asked in unison, “Where is she?” We looked for the past where we had “small sparrows.” No, there was a young girl of our age standing beside Mr. Yang, the class teacher. She wore two horned owls, and her dark red face was still lined with a pair of cute dimples. She wore a washed red blouse, a blue unlike blue, green unlike green pants, and a pair of “watch glasses” hanging on the knees of the pants. in