她来了,悄悄地,不引人注意。教室里穿梭着一个个忙碌的身影,将她在嘈杂声中淹没。“早上好!”她轻轻地坐在我的身旁,甜甜的嗓音飘在我的耳畔。她的小岛上,闪亮着星星般雪亮的眼睛,那是一座美丽灯塔。瞧,红润的脸蛋儿,娃娃般,那是一片繁花绿叶;看,乌黑的小辫儿在云里、雾里飘逸,那是穿梭在小岛之间的河流。她的脸上总是点缀着一抹孩童般的笑,每每看到,就会有驾着云车,疾速行驶在天空里的感觉。那是穿越时空、未来的一抹粉 She came, quietly, unobtrusive. The shuttle in the classroom one by one busy figure, her submerged in the noisy sound. “Good morning! ” She sits softly beside me, sweet voice floating in my ears. On her island, shining stars with sharp eyes, it is a beautiful lighthouse. Look, rosy face, doll-like, it is a piece of flowers and leaves; see, black pigtail in the clouds, fog elegant, it is the shuttle between the rivers in the island. Her face is always dotted with a smile of childlike laughter, often see, there will be driving a cloud car, the feeling of speeding in the sky. It is through time and space, the future of a touch of powder