开学了,我决定整理一下自己凌乱的办公桌,不经意间翻出一个日记本。一瞬间,心像被轻轻撞了一下,让我又想起那个大男孩。他原本长得挺帅,高个子,宽肩膀。但自从来到我的班级,他总显得无所适从,很少说话,看人的眼神也闪烁不定。即便是一池秋水,丢一颗石子进去,也会泛起涟漪。可他,成绩平平,既无优点也无缺点,让我竟不知如何走近他。 After school, I decided to organize my messy desk, inadvertently pulls out a diary. For a moment, the heart was slightly buffeted, remind me of that big boy again. He was originally handsome, tall, wide shoulders. But since arriving in my class, he has always seemed overwhelmed, rarely spoke, and his eyes flickered. Even a pool of autumn water, throwing a stone into it, will also ripples. But he, mediocre, neither good nor bad, so I do not know how to approach him.