凉风吹醒了我,刚才是梦,多么美妙而又多么悲凉,使我情不自禁地想起了初三那段波澜点点的生活。也是在这样秋雨潇潇的季节里,我班来了一位新同学,一个平头,根根头发挺直地立着。显得格外坚强,脸上缀满了青春痘,高高的鼻梁上托起两扇厚厚的玻璃,操着一口“普通话”,便是阿才。阿 The cool breeze awoke me. It was a dream. It was so beautiful and how sad it was that I couldn’t help thinking of the little life in the third day. It was also during this autumn rainy season that a new classmate came to my class, a flat head, and the root hair stood upright. It was extraordinarily strong, his face was covered with acne, two tall glasses on top of his nose, and a mandarin who spoke “Mandarin”. A