1我的脑海里,经常会浮现八岁春天的那一幕。夕阳西下,我背着红色的书包,蹲在校门口的柳树下,哭得很伤心。手中的语文和数学试卷告诉我,这次考试,我没有得第一名。胖乎乎的方多多走过来,瞥了我一眼,漫不经心地说:“考得不好有什么关系,我也考得不好。”她从书包里掏出自己的试卷:两科加起来一共 1 My mind often shows the scene of the eight-year-old spring. Setting sun, I was carrying a red bag, squatted under the willow tree in the school, cried very sad. The language and math papers in hand tell me that I did not get the first place for this exam. Chubby party came over, glanced at me, said casually: “bad test what is the relationship, I also test bad. ” She pulled out his paper from the bag: two subjects together