I couldn't help but turn over the words written on the last page of the physics book: "after class, they play three on three, and I practice basketball alone. After class, the teacher said that the monitor's speech was wonderful, but he didn't see my raised hand. Mother said, "a key opens a lock, but I only see a heavy lock, but I can't find the key to open it." After reading, tear it off and knead it into a ball. The hook is separated by two rows of tables and chairs. The paper ball draws a white arc in the air and accurately falls on the paper basket. Perfect three points! I'm not happy.

    On the last New Year's day of the second day of junior high school, after our class had an activity, we made dumplings in groups. When I was packing, I stretched out my hand, but the girl blocked me back. They said I couldn't wrap well. I was sitting in the corner. When the fragrance of dumplings floated over, the whole class was boiling and cheering, which drowned me. I didn't go to grab dumplings. Suddenly I saw Xiaole pick up the microphone and said, "did you have a good time? I'll sing you a song. My program is wonderful. You can't imagine that I'm going to sing a boy's song. " The whole class cheered again. I don't know which day I can be as confident, lively and cheerful as her, and show everyone my accurate three-point ball.

    She sang "find the key" by Zhang Xinzhe. Her bright voice and sweet smile pulled me back to the middle of the classroom when I looked out of the window. "I must find the key, open your door, open your door..." in the applause, she said: "I will graduate in another semester. As long as I work hard, any miracle can happen, As long as you believe in yourself, you will find the key, open the lock, and have your own world! " The girls clapped, the boys screamed, and my deskmate whispered, "she's sour. She still writes poetry." I glared at him fiercely: "eat your dumplings." No one knows why Xiaole sang this song. Only I understand that the beautiful three-point "shooting" was seen and remembered by a kind girl. The white paper ball gave her insight into my secret.

    It began to rain outside. It was getting heavier and heavier. There was a thin layer of moisture on the glass windows. Holding a bowl of dumplings, I stretched out my right hand and drew a big baby face on the glass window. Finally, I drew my mouth. The upward corner of my mouth showed a knowing smile.