和他成为朋友,是在那个天空红得带血的黄昏。大半个天空被不知名的云彩渲染得灿烂夺目,气势恢弘,仿佛凛然不可侵犯。他来到这里的时候,身上只带了一把木梳,除此之外,一无所有。一次可怕的地震过后,全家人就只剩下了他,看似仁慈,其实残忍。他沉默着,独来独往,仿佛体内的悲伤会一触即发。同学力所能及地帮助他,和他交朋友,可他的态度始终是不加理会。他所有的信念、希望,好像都随着地震轰然倒塌,当然,除了自尊。很简单,他就是那种离了自尊 Be friends with him, is the red bloody twilight in the sky. More than half of the sky by the unknown cloud rendering dazzling, magnificent, as if invincible. When he came here, he had only one wooden comb, but nothing else. After a terrible earthquake, only the whole family left him, seemingly benevolent, in fact, cruel. He was silent, lonely, as if the body’s sadness will be triggered. Students help him, and make friends with him, but his attitude is always ignored. All his faith, hope, seemed to have collapsed with the earthquake, of course, except for self-esteem. Very simple, he is the kind of self esteem