上高二时,语文老师喜欢请同学上黑板写板书。她从容地走上讲台,选了一根细长的粉笔,手一抬,写下了一行字。我从没见过这么漂亮的宇。有人说,粉笔宇写好看,很难;有人说,她的字像语文老师的宇;我觉得,她的字比老师的宇还要好看,带着几分青春特有的潇洒。喜欢她的宇,我想认识她。没多久,她顺理成章地当上了语文课代表。从小学到高中,我从没认可过一个除我自己之外的语文课代 On the sophomore, the language teacher likes to write classmates on the blackboard. She calmly walked onto the podium, picked a slender chalk, hand lift, wrote a line. I have never seen such a beautiful Yu. Some people say that chalk is good-looking and hard to write. Some people say that her character is like a language teacher. I think her character is more attractive than the teacher’s one, with a bit of youthful and unique style. Like her Yu, I want to know her. Soon, she became a matter of course, became a language class representative. From elementary school to high school, I have never endorsed a Chinese class other than myself