忘不了我一伸手,她脸上的惊慌,像只受惊的兔子。一抹潮红,像水滴在宣纸上似的,迅捷滴满她青春的脸庞。那是高考前,学生们都低头在自修,我在课桌间来回转着圈,不时解答一两个疑问。在这期间,她一直目不斜视地坐在座位上,快速地宣判什么。她面前摊着课本,但我还是在那课本下轻易地发现了一张粉红色的信纸,纸上飘着点点梅花,雪花似的。她的字一个个落到那上面,也如同盛开的小花。我站在她身后看了一会儿,确信她写的 I can not forget I reach out, her face panic, like a frightened rabbit. A touch of flush, like drops of water on the rice paper like, quickly filled her youthful face. It was before the college entrance examination, students are bow to self-study, I turned round the desk back and forth, from time to time to answer one or two questions. During this period, she has been sitting in a squinting seat, quickly announced what. There was a textbook in front of her, but I still easily found a pink letterhead under the textbook, a little plum, snowflake on the paper. One by one, her words fell upon it, just like the flowers in full bloom. I stood behind her for a moment, sure she wrote