我是一张废纸,一个小男孩打完草稿就不再把我理。一阵微风把我托起,一个布满各种颜料的盒子把我翻飞的身子拉住。两个五彩的小手指一夹,把全身披彩的我丢到了隔壁。正在讨论“三八线”的两个同学,对我的贸然降临非常生气。推过来,扔过去……快要散架的我被伤心地赶出了教室。“ I am a scrap of paper, a little boy finished the draft no longer treat me. A breeze clutched me, a box filled with all kinds of paint, pulling me over my body. Two colorful little fingers a clip, the whole body phoenix I dropped to the next door. Two classmates who are discussing the “March 8th Line” are very angry about my come-in. Pushed over, threw the past ... I was almost out of the classroom was driven out of the classroom. "