苏蕾拉手托着下巴看窗外飞来飞去的云,她搞不懂为什么每升一年级,都要写一篇叫《我的理想》的作文。蕾拉转头问同桌姜安:“蜻蜓,你看我像舞蹈家吗?”姜安,瘦,头大,眼睛大,像只蜻蜓,蕾拉不叫他姜安,只叫他蜻蜓。蜻蜓仔细打量着蕾拉,说:“我看行,胳膊腿儿都在!”蕾拉的作文本直接飞过去。这时,蕾拉想起自己衣橱最下面有个小小的鞋盒,鞋盒里装着一双杏色缎面的芭蕾 Sulei Lei hand holding his chin to fly out the window of the cloud, she did not understand why every grade one, should write an essay called “My Ideal.” Leila turned to ask the same table Jiang An: “Dragonfly, do you think I like a dancer?” Jiang An, thin, big head, big eyes, like a dragonfly, Leila does not call him Jiang An only him dragonfly. Dragonfly carefully looked at Leila, said: “I see the line, arms and legs are in! ” Lei La’s composition directly fly over. At this time, Leila think of the bottom of their wardrobe there is a small shoe box, shoe box with a pair of beige satin ballet