一年级下半学期,坐在我前座的那个女孩儿——曾经的那种陌生,让后来的我不敢相信我们的关系竟会变得那般熟悉。有一节语文课,老师让我们写一封信,送给自己最好的朋友。那个时候,才新换位置没多长时间,同学间的了解并没有那样深。慢热的我还没有相处很融洽的朋友,遇见时互相问个好,这样的勉强有几个。我只好戳戳前桌,那个扎着马尾、发色棕黄的女生——“你的名字怎么写呀?”她热情、认真地一笔一划地写给我看。我像画画一般,比着字 The first semester of the first semester, the girl sitting in front of my seat - the stranger that I was used to, later I could not believe how our relations have become so familiar. There is a Chinese class, the teacher let us write a letter, give their best friend. At that time, not long before the new position, the students do not understand as much. Slow I have not get along very friendly friends, met each other asked a good, so barely several. I had to poke the front desk, that girl with a ponytail, hair color brown - “how do you write your name?” She wrote to me passionately and carefully. I like painting, than writing