童年的许多日子如花,开了又落,了无痕迹,但那一日却结了果实,挂上了记忆之树。那天,上五年级的我仅仅因为同桌的虹不愿将我想看已久的《红岩》借给我,便做了一回窃书贼——放午学时,我悄然溜进厕所,捂着肚子装模作样蹲了半天,估计同学们都走远了,便猫腰窜回教室,从虹书包里抖出《红岩》,匆忙浏览了几页,便赶紧塞入教室后墙的破洞里,堵上砖…… Many days of childhood flowery flowers, opened and fell, no trace, but that day has ended the fruit, hung up the tree of memory. On that day, in the fifth grade, I just made a thief to steal my book because I did not want to lend me the long-awaited “Red Rock” I wanted. At noon, I quietly slipped into the toilet, Clutching his stomach pretending to be squatting for a long time, it is estimated that students are far away, the Cat waist channeling back to the classroom, jumped out from the rainbow bag “Red Rock”, hurriedly browse a few pages, they quickly stuffed the classroom wall hole In, plug the brick ...