今年8月贵刊登了《削铅笔的故事》,叙述了一件很平淡的小事——削铅笔。他(我的同桌), 是一个很热心很宽容的男孩。在高三那种试卷没完没了习题多不胜数的日子里也是平静而快乐的,他身上唯一的谜就是:在自动铅笔成灾的年代,他却有好几支的手削铅笔,沉默时的他总是在将那铅笔削啊削。“我”一直不明白为什么,这个谜直到有一天, “我”经历了无法承受的失败,心情十分恶劣时, In August of this year, you published “The Story of Sharp Pencils” and described a very trivial matter--sharp pencils. He (my tablemate) is a very enthusiastic and tolerant boy. In the days when the high school exam papers were endless, the exercises were calm and happy. His only mystery was: In the era of mechanical pencils, he had several pencils in his hands, and he was silent. Always cut the pencil. “I” has never understood why, until one day, the “my” experienced an unbearable failure and was in a bad mood.