我一直在心中叫他小默,沉默的默,静默的默。小默是个有着一双大眼睛的瘦弱男孩。小默是个少言寡语的男孩。小默是个一见便叫人心生疼意的男孩。今天,小默的座位空了,课桌上放着组长刚刚发下来的他的那本作业本。我与小默的师生情缘就这样在这个暖暖的初夏悄无声息地戛然而止,一如三年前那个夏末与小默的初见,似暖风中溢满校园的丁香花淡淡的芳香,悄然而至,无声无息。那个清爽的晨曦,我满怀无限希望迎接东升 I have been in his heart called him a small silent, silent silence, silent silence. Little Mo is a thin boy with a pair of big eyes. Little Mo is a silent boy. Little Mo is a seemingly painful boy. Today, Xiao Mo’s seat is empty, and the desks have his own homebrew book just released by the leader. Me and Memoir teacher and student love so quietly in this warm early summer abrupt end, as three years ago, the end of the summer and the early appearance of Moo, like a warm breeze filled campus lilac flowers faint Aroma, quietly, silent. That fresh morning, I am full of hope to greet Dongsheng