摇曳的笔尖,写满张扬轻掷的时光斑斓。坐在最后一排的我换了一个同桌——他,就是韦大侠。我问他:“因犯何事被老师贬谪到这里来?”韦大侠抬起头看了看我,捏起一支圆珠笔,圆珠笔在他指间飞快地旋转了起来,未了他还把笔往空中一抛,圆珠笔翻转几圈后准确无误地插进他书桌上的笔筒里,就像剑回到 The swaying nib was full of time and lightness. I sat in the last row for a same table - he is Wei Daxia. I asked him: “What has been done to be relegated to the teacher?” Wei Daxia raised his head and looked at me. He picked up a ballpoint pen and the ballpoint pen spun up quickly between his fingers. When the ball is thrown in the air, the ballpoint pen is accurately inserted into the pen holder on his desk after a few flips, just like a sword