她牵着我的手,我们说好不离不弃。——题记一路上,有她牵着我的手,我才敢鼓起勇气大步向前。她是我的同桌,我们“肩并肩”地生活在一起,每一件小事我都会念念不忘,都会珍藏在心底,独自一人时,我会默默想起那些很平凡的点点滴滴。开学后的第一次成绩单,没有耀眼的分数。窗外灰灭的天空像是我的观众,我是主角,只不过少了些华丽的灯光,多了些许失落。想到刚才老师念名次时她轻轻转头看了我一眼,那个眼神给了我莫名的坚定,就像一个偌大的舞台上多了一束灯光。下课了,我一脸沮丧, She took my hand and we said never-ending - Inscription along the way, she took my hand, I dared to courage courageous move forward. She is my desk, we “live side by side ”, every little thing I will never forget, will be hidden in my heart, alone, I will silently recall those very ordinary bit by bit. After the first academic transcripts, there is no dazzling score. Out of the window gray sky like my audience, I was the protagonist, but less gorgeous lights, a little more loss. Think of the teacher just read the name she gently turned around and looked at me, that eyes gave me inexplicable firmness, like a huge stage more than a bunch of lights. After class, I look depressed,