笔尖悄然滑过纸张,留下的,不仅仅是字,更是温暖。——题记冬日的早晨让人有一种莫名的倦意,一点也不想从温暖的被窝里爬起来。突然,门吱嘎一声开了,我睁开眼睛,原来是弟弟进来了。“去去去,我还要睡觉呢!”我不耐烦地说。“不要嘛,姐姐,你教我写字吧!”我禁不住他的纠缠,便答应了。 Nibs slip through the paper quietly, leaving behind, not just words, but also warm. - Inscription Winter morning people have a sense of tiredness, do not want to get up from the warm blanket. Suddenly, the door creaked open, I opened my eyes, turned out to be my brother came in. “Go go, I still want to sleep it! ” I said impatiently. “Do not, sisters, you teach me to write it!” "I could not help but his entanglement, they agreed.