和你同桌五载，对你的印象却是如此的淡漠。在我的记忆里，你只是一个充满乡土气息的男孩儿。至今，我还读不懂你那份纯真，那份朴实。五年级时，学校发了一张毛主席的画像给我们班，作为班长的我有责任把画像贴好。于是我爬上讲台，试试，够不着。这时，下面几个调皮的男生喊 Five sets at your table, but your impression is so indifferent. In my memory, you are just a native boy. So far, I still do not understand your share of innocence, that simple. Fifth grade, the school sent a portrait of Chairman Mao to our class, as a monitor I have a responsibility to paste the portrait. So I climbed to the podium, try, not enough. At this time, the following naughty boys shout