黑白不是相克,而是相生。这年秋天,我就要读高中了。哥哥,我终于考到你的母校了。记得小时候,我不小心打碎爸爸最喜欢的茶具,妈妈打了我的屁股。我假装很疼,扯开嗓子就哭。妈妈一边哄我一边说:“你这个小淘气,为什么就不像你哥一样乖呢?” Black and white is not a g, but a living. This fall, I’m going to high school. My brother, I finally test your alma mater. I remember when I was young, I accidentally break my father’s favorite tea set, my mother hit my ass. I pretend to be hurt, crying with my throat open. Mom coaxed me while saying: “You little naughty, why is not as good as your brother?”