我叫她许小鸭。一个仰望春天、满身堆满泥垢的灰头土脸的鸭子。1灰色雾蒙的天,穿过学校对面疾驰的车流,我和往常一样,买了杯C+1的柠檬鲜茶,使劲儿咬合着吸管,享受着茶水浸入腹腔的愉悦感,然后慢吞吞地朝目的地迈进。离学校最近的这家新华书店,依旧在周末的晚上人气爆棚,来的大都是一群架着黑框眼镜、文绉绉模样的大学生。高中生鲜少光顾, My name is Xu Xiaoya. A ducks looking up in the spring, covered in muddy dirt. 1 gray foggy sky, across the gallop across the school car flow, as usual, I bought a cup of C + 1 fresh lemon tea, bite straw, enjoy the pleasure of tea immersed in the abdominal cavity, and then slow Towards the destination. The Xinhua Bookstore, which is closest to the school, still pops up on weekends and nights, most of whom are college students with black-rimmed glasses and a creaky look. High school students rarely patronize,