Inthethirdgradeprimaryschoolofasmallplace,stillmakesmehardtoforget.Itisearlyoneafternoon,theskyiscoveredwithalayerofgray,feelsomedepressed...Thefirstlessonintheafternoon,theteacherannouncedtheChinesetest.Iquicklypickedupthepen,quicklymadeexaminationpaper.Fearofthingshappened,mypenisoutofink.Iamveryanxious,grabsapieceofnoteabove.Ifeelboredtotheextreme,grabbedthepenslammedit,inkout.Iburiedmyheadtothinking.Ilookedup,sawthefrontschoolmate'swhiteshirtonastringwithacurvedblueink,likeanaughtybabysmilingatme.Myheadsuddenlyburstsoutafewdropsofcoldsweat.howtodo?Tellhim,orconcealthetruth?Myenergywillnotfocus.Irestrainmyself.Iwritewhilethinkingaboutit.Inthelastfewminutesofclass,Ifinallyfinished.Then,Iboldlycourage,tappedmyshouldertotellhimthetruth.hefroze,andthensmiledandsaid:"allright,washaway".Ifeelsuddenlyrelaxedalot.Todoanhonestchildhowimportantah!Classmatescheckingtheirwentoutoftheclassroom.Idonotknowwhen,thesunalsofromgraycloudsalittleblush,asiftosaytome:youareanhonestboy.

　　Memorablethingstoomuch.Ifitisastringwindchimes.whenthewindblows,theywillsendaclearsound,asiftoremindeveryonearoundus:nomatterwhatyoudo,mustbehonesttobeaman.