夜幕釉上柔情,成长刻上爱痕。“周……日……爱?”当新来的老师点到这个名字时,全班同学哄堂大笑。我红着脸站起来,“老师,我叫周暖。”新老师的脸一时间比我的还红,“那你的暖字分得八丈远?”“我……”我一时语塞。我总不能告诉她,我讨厌自己的名字吧!下课后,我向好朋友潘朵朵诉苦:“我父母一定不爱我,我堂堂-个男生,竟给我取个女孩名字!”“别瞎想!”她安慰 Night glaze tenderness, growing carved love mark. “Weeks ... days ... love? ” When the new teacher points to the name, the classmates laughter. I stood up with a red face, “Teacher, my name is warm. ” The new teacher’s face for a time more than I was red, “Then your warm word divided eight feet away? ” “ ”I am speechless. I can not tell her, I hate my name! After class, I complained to a good friend Pan Duoduo: “My parents must not love me, I dignified - a boy, actually gave me a girl name!” “Do not think it! ” She comforted