进入青湖二中初一(2)班一个多月了,还没有谁主动跟吴小小说过话。他一个人坐在最后一排,那是他插班进来之后才加的一张桌子。左前方窗外对着一棵白杨,正冒着春天的绿意。谁也没有留意过枝条上那一嘟噜一嘟噜的紫花,那些花太丑了。他觉得自己很像那些花,只开在自己的春天里。走进教室,看到自己课桌 Into the Green Lake two in the first (2) classes for more than a month, no one who took the initiative to talk with Wu Xiaoxiao. He sat in the last row alone, a table he had added after he entered the class. Front of the left front window facing a poplar, is risking the green of spring. No one noticed that on the branches of the snoring of purple flowers, those flowers are ugly. He felt himself much like those flowers, only in his own spring. Into the classroom, see their own desks