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那天下午,我坐在学校砖楼二楼的窗台上,看着一辆辆经过的汽车,心不断地往下沉。裴老师带的四年级班的年终派对将在那天举行,我已经盼了好几个星期了。那个星期,裴老师还在黑板上弄了个倒计时牌。当这个令人望穿秋水的“派对星期五”到来的时候,我们这班九岁大的孩子兴奋得像炸开了锅。在裴老师征召志愿者提供小甜饼的时候,我很开心地推荐了我母亲。母亲做的巧克力片在我们那个街区是最好吃的。我知道它们肯定会在同学们中大受欢迎。可是两点都过了,她还没有出现。其他同学的母亲大都已来过了,带来
That afternoon, I sat on the ledge on the second floor of the school's brick building, watching a passing car, and my heart continued to sink. The year-end party of the fourth-grade class that Mr. Qin taught will be held on that day. I have been looking forward to it for several weeks. That week, Teacher He also made a countdown card on the blackboard. When this “wish of the party” was coming, our nine-year-old child was so excited that it exploded. I was very happy to recommend my mother when she was recruited by volunteers to provide cookies. Mother's chocolate chips are best for eating in our neighborhood. I know that they will definitely be very popular with classmates. But both have passed. She has not yet appeared. Most other students’ mothers have already come and brought