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放学了,喧闹的校园里又恢复了平静。在四(1)班的教室里,一个声音骤然响起。“他们走了吗?”说话的是一把既矮小又伤痕累累的椅子。此时,他正往自己的伤口上贴创可贴。“刚走。”与椅子配套的一张看起来成熟且稳重的桌子回答。他全身也青一块紫一块的。“每天,当我的主人来到教室时,悲哀的一天也就随之开始了。我真不明白,这些孩子都四年级了,为何还如此不懂得爱惜公物?”一张浑身惨不忍睹的桌子恨恨地说。
After school, noisy campus and restored calm. In four (1) classrooms, a voice sounded suddenly. “Are they gone? ” Spoke a short, scarred chair. At this moment, he is applying the bandage to his own wound. “Just left. ” A desk with a mature and stable desk answers the answer. He is also green and blue. “Every day, when my host came to the classroom, the sad day began .I do not understand, these children are in fourth grade, why do not know how to care for public property? ” A whole body appalling The desk said bitterly.