一随着爸爸工作的调动,我不得不又一次转学。偌大的教室里,安静得似乎连根针掉在地上也可以听见。我一个人站在讲台上小声地自我介绍:“大家好,我叫莫可可!”我的脸涨得通红,一边看着下面,一边不安地扯着自己的衣角。讲台下顿时响起了一阵哄笑声,老师咳了一下,示意我去自己座位上坐下,教室里这才重归于平静。 As soon as my father’s work was mobilized, I had to transfer again. In a large classroom, it seemed as if it was quiet enough that a needle could fall on the ground. I stood alone on the podium and whispered myself: “Well, everyone, I’m Moko!” My face flushed red and looked at the bottom, while pulling my clothes around. At the podium, a burst of laughter sounded. The teacher coughed and motioned me to sit in my seat. This was only calm in the classroom.