“也许有一天,我老无所依,请把我留在,那时光里……”聚光灯下,小杰手握话筒,用沙哑的声音忘情演唱着。听着学生们雷鸣般的掌声,看着小杰脸上的自信表情,我在心里默默允诺:我要留给他一片春天,那里有小草,有花,还有灿烂的笑容。2010年2月,我遇上颇令我头疼的小杰“小杰,把笔放下,别再画漫画了,好好听课!”制止无效后,我一把抢过他的漫画。他瞪 “Maybe one day, I am old, please leave me, at that time ... ” spotlight, Jill hold the microphone, with hoarse voice fiddle. Listening to the thunderous applause of students, looking at the face of Jowie confident expression, I silently promised in my heart: I want to leave him a spring, where grass, flowers, there are brilliant smile. 2010 年 2 months, I encountered quite a headache for my little jinn “Jill, put the pen down, no longer draw comics, and good lectures! ” To stop invalid, I grabbed his cartoon. He glares