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July is the time for some students to say
goodbye to their mother schools. Every time it comes, I will think of my old
deskmate, Xiaowei. She is the most unforgettable classmate in my junior high
school life. It has been many years since I graduated, but she is still in my
mind clearly.
Xiaowei was a lovely girl with long black
hair. On hot days, her hair was sometimes seen to be tied up. She was always
wearing a sweet smile. She was an artistic(文艺范的)girl
who showed up before me every day. She loved reading novels and drawing.
She liked reading different kinds of novels,
especially on history. She could finish reading a historical novel as thick as
our Chinese textbook at an amazing speed.
Whenever she had free time, she would take out
a drawing note and start drawing cartoons with a pencil. She drew from
characters' heads to eyes and to faces, but the characters were always
long-haired and wide-eyed. One day I couldn't help asking," Why don't you
colour them?" She answered simply, "Because I don't have enough time."
She kept her works as a secret and never talked about them with others. When we
were told that she had won a prize in the drawing competition in her group, my
classmates felt surprised.
There is a folk song called My Old Deskmate,
which is sung widely among people of different ages. It was created because the
creator, Gao Xiaosong, had never forgotten his deskmate. Whenever I hear it, I
will think of Xiaowei. How are you, my old deskmate?