让我想一想,在学写字的年纪里,我都做了些什么。每天一篇写字作业。蓝色的田字格本封皮上,歪歪扭扭地写着班级和姓名,那个歪歪扭扭的名字估计全世界只有老师认识。里面绿色的田字格里,布满了铅笔画过之后,橡皮再擦除的印记。写了擦,擦了写,就差把薄薄的一页纸擦烂了。这个字怎么这么难写?上语文课时,老师听写,抽查人上黑板写。于是不幸,我被抽中。站上讲台,拿起粉笔,听老师念 Let me think about what I did when I was writing. A daily writing homework. The blue field word on the cover, crooked to write the class and name, that crooked name is estimated that only the world knows the teacher. Inside the green field word Gerry, filled with pencil drawing, eraser and then erased the mark. Wrote a rub, wipe the write, poor to rub a thin piece of paper rotten. How can this word be so hard to write? On Chinese lessons, the teacher dictates and checks people write on the blackboard. So unfortunately, I was drawn. Stand on the podium, picked up the chalk, listen to the teacher read