班上有个小女生,在作业本及试卷上的姓名,不断地变换,一会儿叫江婷,一会儿叫杨诗婷,好像在和老师捉迷藏。一天,我终于忍不住,对她说:“诗婷,如诗一样的名字,多好!你以后就叫诗婷吧!”“不行!”她语气坚决。本想着,她一定会欣然接受我的建议,没成想,吃了闭门羹。“为什么不行?不就是一个名字嘛!”谈话气氛有些紧张了。空气像凝固了一样,她回应我的是沉默,暗夜般的沉默。“告诉我,你究竟叫什么名字?”我调大了音量。她似乎被吓着了,泪水在眼 There was a little girl in class with the names on the homework and on the exam papers constantly changing, while Jiang Ting was called for a while and Yang Shiting was for a while, as if playing hide and seek with her teacher. One day, I finally could not help but said to her: “Poetry Ting, the same name as poetry, how good! You later called poetry Ting! ” “No!” She tone firmly. The thought, she will gladly accept my suggestion, did not imagine, ate the door. “Why not? It is not a name! ” Tone tone a little nervous. Like the air solidified, she responded to me is silent, dark night silence. “Tell me, what is your name?” "I turned up the volume. She seemed scared, tears in the eye