上初中了,小学同学虽分到了不同学校,不同班级,但我还是会记住我的那些死党们,尤其是我班的那位“诗人”。他是我的后桌,是一个调皮幽默又见多识广的“诗人”。我们常说,他肚子里不知道喝了多少墨水,也不知道藏了多少幽默搞笑的段子。早自习前,我正聚精会神地读课文,他从旁边经过,停下来正儿八经地跟我说了声“早上好!”我正诧异不知他找我何事,他却念起了诗:“轻轻地,我走了,正如我轻轻地来……”一边念一边坐回了座位 On the junior high school, although the primary school students assigned to different schools, different classes, but I still remember those of my buddies, especially my class that “poet.” He is my back table, a naughty, well-informed poet. We often say that he does not know how much his stomach drank ink, do not know how many hidden funny humorous piece. Before going to self-study, I was intently to read the text, he passed by, stopped to say something to me “Good morning! ” I was surprised I did not know what he was looking for, but he read the poem : “Gently, I’m gone, just as I came gently ... ” sat back while reading the seat