校门口总是三五成群地聚集着一些穿着另类、头发染得五颜六色的小混混,他们肆无忌惮地大声喧哗,全然不顾周围射来的不屑的目光。妈妈说过,那不是什么好孩子,最好离他们远远的。我拉着云的手,像躲避瘟疫一样绕过他们庞大的队伍。突然,背后传来一个熟悉的声音,喊着我的名字。我有 At the school gate, there are always groups of small fryers dressed in different colors and with colorful hair. They shout loudly and unabashedly, ignoring the disdain of the shots from around. Mother said that it is not a good child, it is best to be far away from them. I took the hand of the cloud, and circumvented their large team like a plague. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind and shouted my name. I have got