抽屉里的哭泣声

每当宁静的夜晚来临后，在201教室内的抽屉里，就会传来一阵难过的啼哭声。一天晚上，我蹑手蹑脚地走到抽屉前，轻轻地打开抽屉，小声地说：“你们好，你们为什么哭泣呀？”藏在小抽屉里的文具们听见了，连忙跑过来挤来挤去，争着向我诉苦。顿时，整个房间变得热闹极了。“你们一个一个慢慢地说，千万别着急。”我大声地喊道。文具们乖乖地排好队，一步一步地向我走来。

When the quiet night comes, in the drawer of classroom 201, there will be a sad cry. One night, I tiptoed to the drawer, opened it gently, and whispered, "Hello, why are you crying?" When the stationery in the small drawer heard this, they hurriedly came and jostled to complain to me. Suddenly, the whole room became very lively. "Speak slowly one by one. Don't worry." I shouted. Stationery are obediently in line, step by step to me.

首先是一条鲜艳的红领巾，它伤心地说：“我是革命烈士用鲜血染成的，戴上我是一件光荣的事情。可是，我的小主人戴上我不久后，就把我遗弃在教室的某个角落里，我希望有人能收留我，并帮助我找到那个不爱惜我的小主人。”

First of all, a bright red scarf said sadly, "I was dyed with blood by revolutionary martyrs. It's a glorious thing to wear me. However, my little master put on me and soon abandoned me in a corner of the classroom. I hope someone can take me in and help me find the little master who doesn't cherish me. "

三把漂亮的长尺从队伍中跳了出来，难过地说:“我们是小主人用自已攒下的零花钱从商店里买回来的。可是，一天，小主人突然把我们扔到了201教室的垃圾桶里，难道我们犯了错？”

Three beautiful long feet jumped out of the line and said sadly, "we were bought from the shop by the little master with the pocket money he saved. But one day, the little host suddenly threw us into the garbage can of classroom 201. Did we make a mistake? "

这时，美工刀和笔跑了上来，恼羞成怒地说：“我们是用来画画的，我们的主人一开始对我们保护得可好了。有一次，我们的主人获得了全区青少年《奥运让我和你一起跑》绘画大赛一等奖，就开始骄傲起来，最后在一次绘画课上把我们抛弃在课桌上。”

At this time, the art knife and pen ran up and said angrily, "we are used to draw. Our master protected us very well at the beginning. Once, our host won the first prize of the youth "let me start with you at the Olympic Games" painting competition, and began to be proud, and finally abandoned us on the desk in a painting class. "

最后，我用同情的目光看了看这些孤独的文具们，接着我又耐心地安慰道：“我会尽全力帮助你们的，别伤心。”我告别了文具们，走出教室，我想：那些人真无情呀！再想想自已，我应该认真地保护好自已的东西，不要让它们也在宁静的夜晚哭泣。

At last, I looked at these lonely stationery with sympathetic eyes, and then I comforted them patiently: "I will do my best to help you, don't be sad." I said goodbye to the stationery and walked out of the classroom. I thought: those people are really heartless! If I want to think about myself again, I should protect my things carefully, and don't let them cry in the quiet night.