台上,老师在飞快地板书一行文字。台下,我停下冻得不听使唤的手,抬头看了看窗外,一片灿烂的阳光在外边招手。“啊嚏——”教室里的寂静被某个患重感冒的仁兄打破,全班哄堂大笑,惹得老师狠狠地瞪了我们几眼。然后,笑声渐渐被笔尖磨擦纸张的声音取代了。我摇摇头,继续奋笔疾书。 On the stage, the teacher wrote a line of text on the fast floor book. Under the audience, I stopped the frozen hand and looked up at the window. A bright sun beckoned outside. “Ahhh--” The silence in the classroom was broken by a dear friend suffering from a severe cold. Then, the laughter was gradually replaced by the sound of the pen tip rubbing the paper. I shook my head and kept on writing.