高书剑江苏张家港高级中学高二(1)班床下,顺着杂乱的猫的脚印寻去,看见满是灰尘的牛奶箱站成一排,还有一个曾经装过红酒、辉煌一时的木箱子,我的藏品便藏在那些箱子里。有一把竹匕首,斜斜地倚靠在牛奶箱里。那是一个风清日朗的下午,我闲散地逛着,踢着石块,忽然发现不知谁丢的竹子。我捡回家,用小刀一点点地削,用砂纸磨,削 Gao Shujian High school sophomore in Zhangjiagang, Jiangsu (1) Under the bed, follow the messy cat’s footprints, saw dusty milk cartons stand in a row, there is a once loaded with red wine, magnificent wooden box, my collection Will be hiding in those boxes. There is a bamboo dagger leaning back and forth in a milk tank. It was a clear day in the afternoon, I walked idle, kick the rocks, I suddenly found I do not know who lost the bamboo. I picked it home, bit by bit with a knife, with sandpaper, cut