A piece of rubber
A piece of rubber, it quietly, quietly lying on my desk. I just used it in a corner to wipe off the book pencil drawing pictures. It is no longer clean, like a wronged child, a black horn like its big mouth, it to me in the silent cry. It sets me thinking of bean -- A was one of my childhood friends, she had this to my cry.
Bean had lived next door to us, we had known since childhood, our two balconies are separated by only one meter far. Morning, who get up early, went to the balcony window, to the opposite side shouting:" get up lazy pig!" You can see another wearing pajamas to rub the eye barefoot" patter of rain" ran over unintelligible mutter a few words, and then on the way to communicate with each other how the night and Zhou Gong meet again, while giggling.
I and the beans are not in the same class, but our sentiment is not as weak, we go to school every day to go home do homework together, sometimes eat together, whether it is family or fellow students say we follow like a shadow like a conjoined twin sisters.
Bean loves to laugh, she laughed when the corners of the mouth side has two dimples, and her together, I will be her radiant smile infection be overcome by one's feelings, to bring a smile.
But our young hearts but are so fragile and sensitive, can not help a storm of torture.
That morning, we also talked and laughed together to go to school. In the evening, beans in my house, and I do homework together, then we also use a pencil, the rubber is essential. A few days ago I just ask my mother bought me a yellow rubber, rubber having an intermediate portion is hollow, is arranged in the middle of a small bell wiping operation on the word," jingle jingle " sound very attract sb.'s attention. Beans are often picked up my rubber admiration, envy:" watch rubber! Well, it 's fun, I let my mom bought me."
But that I opened the bag to take out the rubber, who broke up several times but not to the spread of yellow shadow, just pick up their rubber bean. I want to find it, your homework finish. Bean rubber in your hand, I suddenly feel very familiar, that is arranged among the bells of pale yellow rubber, I toss about to see, looking more and more like my missing piece.
My mind suddenly appeared a strange idea is:" bean stole my eraser!" Yes, who is! Do not dumb things I cling to one's view is bean took my eraser.
Bean, is it right?" You take my eraser!" I use a stiff voice asked her. She raised her head, blinking eyes, face looked at me questioningly:" what? This is my mom helped me just bought."
My nameless fire come out:" I have been with you homework, that my rubber where to go?"
Bean timidly said:" I, I really don't know, I just see your rubber good-looking, let mom bought a piece for me, I didn't take your rubber, ... ... Not. Not. Bean was urgent, he boohooed. My mother was cooking, heard ran, I pointed to the beans on the mother says malcontently:" bean took my eraser, she does not recognize!" Mother called the bean 's parents.
Bean 's mother said, the rubber is she bought bean. But hot-tempered, heart and small I want to explain? I do not to cry:" anyway, she took my rubber, is she! Also I rubber, I need a rubber!"
Bean was her mother away, before leaving, she looked back at me, mouth piece, seemed to say something, but he did not say exports. Bean was crying hysterically, a hand full of tears.
Days passed, and every time I look at beans, is still angry look, sometimes meet, I was away, just ignored beans.
A few days later, my anger some classmates to help me under the table, slot found my eraser, I know myself wronged beans.
That rubber dirty, when tears wronged beans, with tears.
Only young we are so stubborn, to face, I do not want to beans. I know we can not come back to the past, and as before, a good unabated.
Some grow up, feel so won't listen to reason, however, bean was moved, she and I lost touch, I could not find the opportunity to apologize to her.
Now, once again, to see such a piece of rubber, I thought that was my good girl -- beans
(一块橡皮
一块橡皮，它静静地、静静地躺在我的书桌上。我刚刚用它的一角擦掉了本子上铅笔描绘的图画。它不再干净了，像一个受了委屈的孩子，黑色的一角就像它张大的嘴巴，它在向我无声地哭诉。这不禁令我想起了豆——一个曾经是我童年时的伙伴，她也曾这样向我哭泣过。
豆以前就住在我家隔壁，我们从小就认识，我们两家的阳台只隔了一米多远。早上，谁先起来，跑到阳台的窗户前，向对面大喊一声：“懒猪起床啦！”就能看到另一个穿着睡衣揉着眼睛光着脚丫“啪嗒啪嗒”地跑过来含糊不清地嘟嚷上几句，然后上学路上互相交流着夜晚如何与周公相会，再一边吃吃地笑。
我和豆不在同一个班，但我们的感情却从来没有因此而淡薄，每天我们一起上学一起回家一起写作业，有时还一起吃饭，无论是亲人还是同学都说我们形影不离像连体姐妹。
豆很爱笑，她笑起来时嘴角边会有两个可爱的酒窝，和她在一起，我也会被她灿烂的笑容所感染，情不自禁地挂上笑脸。
只是我们幼小的心灵却又都是那样敏感脆弱，禁不住风雨的折磨。
那天早晨，我们还有说有笑地一同去上学。傍晚，豆在我家，和我一起写作业，那时我们还用铅笔，橡皮是必不可少的。几天前我刚刚央求妈妈给我买了一块淡黄色的橡皮，橡皮中间有一部分是镂空的，中间装了一个小铃铛擦作业本上的字时，“叮当叮当”的声响很是引人注目。豆常常拿起我的橡皮赞叹，羡慕：“好好看的橡皮！嗯，又很好玩，我也让我妈帮我买。”
可是这天我打开笔袋准备取出橡皮，谁料翻了好几遍就是看不到那抹黄色的影子，正巧豆拿起自己的橡皮。我想再找吧，把作业先写完。将豆的橡皮拿在手上，我突然觉得很是熟悉，那也是中间装有铃铛的淡黄色橡皮，我翻来覆去地看，越看越像我丢失的那块。
我的脑海里突然冒出了一个奇怪的想法：“就是豆偷了我的橡皮！”没错，应该就是她！不喑世事的我一口咬定就是豆拿走了我的橡皮。
“豆，你是不是拿了我的橡皮！”我用生硬的语气问她。她抬起头，眨着大眼睛，满脸疑惑地看着我：“什么？这是我妈妈帮我刚买的呀。”
我的无名火一下子冒了出来：“我一直和你在一起写作业，那我的橡皮哪儿去了？”
豆怯怯地说：“我，我真不知道，我只是看你的橡皮好看，才让妈妈买了一块给我，我没有拿你的橡皮，……没有……没有！”豆急了，竟大声地哭了起来。妈妈正在炒菜，闻声跑过来，我指着豆对妈妈不满地说：“豆拿了我的橡皮，她不承认！”妈妈叫来了豆的家长。
豆的妈妈说，那橡皮是她买给豆的。可当时脾气暴躁，心眼又小的我怎容解释？我不依地哭闹起来：“反正就是她拿了我的橡皮，就是她嘛！还我橡皮，快还我橡皮！”
豆被她妈妈带走了，走之前，她回头望了我一眼，嘴巴张了张，似乎想说些什么，但终究没有说出口。豆哭得很厉害，满脸满手的泪水。
好几天过去了，我每次看到豆，依旧是气鼓鼓的样子，有时碰面，我都侧身走开，理都不理豆。
又过了几天，我的气消了些，同学帮我在桌缝里找到了我的橡皮，我才知道自己错怪了豆。
那快橡皮脏脏的，就像那时流着泪委屈的豆，满脸的泪痕。
只是年少的我们又是多么倔强，为了面子，我不愿再向豆道歉。我知道我们不可能再回到从前，和以前那样和好如初了。
长大了一些，感到自己是那么不可理喻，然而豆却搬家了，我和她也失去了联系，我再也找不到向她道歉的机会了。
如今，再一次看到这样的一块橡皮，我不禁想起了那个曾经是我的好伙伴的女孩——豆)
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