我总是在回想时笑出来。明明学校规定的是9点晚自习结束,最多延迟到9点半,教室就全部停电。但是,停电怕什么?我们有蜡烛。星星点点的光芒照在每个人的脸上,书本纸笔唰唰地被消耗着,不管夜空是飘雪还是有萤火虫飞舞。一根蜡烛燃尽了,怎么回事,谁又点燃了第二根?好吧,大家相互观察一番,眼神里刀剑相撞,火花四溅,意思是“我跟你拼了,看谁更用功”。于是教室里继续灯火通明。等到一批人终于挺不住撤退了,就到了教室要关门的时候。我是语文小组长,门钥匙归所有班干部轮值,那天正好在我手里。于是我便敦促那些恋恋不舍离开桌椅的同学快回宿舍睡觉,我好关门完成任务。 I always laugh when I think back. Obviously the school regulations is 9 o’clock evening study end, up to half past nine, the classroom on all blackouts. However, power cut afraid of what? We have a candle. The light shines on everyone’s face, and the books and paper are drained, no matter the sky is snowing or the fireflies flying. A candle burned out, what happened, who lit the second root? Well, we observe each other somewhere, the eyes of the sword collision, sparks, meaning “I told you spell, see who More hard work. ” So the classroom continued to be brightly lit. Wait until a group of people retreat finally could not, it is time to close the classroom. I am the language group leader, the door key to all the class cadres rotation, that day is in my hands. So I urge those who are reluctant to leave the table and chair students quickly back to dormitory to sleep, I close the door to complete the task.