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课间,我顺脚来到教室前的空地上,几个女孩在跳皮筋。一个扎红蝴蝶结的特别引人注意,她一头浓黑的头发随着身体的跳跃上下晃动着,如鸡啄食一般。脸上些许的汗珠在阳光下闪闪的发亮。我心中突然瘁痒起来,要知道我也曾经是这方面的高手呢!我慢慢地凑了过去．脚在心里高高地抬了起来,似乎轻巧地搭在了撑起的皮筋上。可是,我是老师,这端惯的架子怎么能轻易放下来呢?我踌躇着,转过身想回教室,而眼睛却忍不住地向皮筋瞄过去。
During the class, I walked down to the open space in front of the classroom, and several girls danced in bands. A tie with red bow special attention, her thick black hair with the body jumping up and down shaking, such as chicken pecks in general. A little sweat on his face shining in the sun. Suddenly my heart itch up, to know I have also been a master in this area! I slowly scrape together in the past. Feet in the heart lifted up high, it seems to take a lightweight ride on the support of the rubber band. However, I am a teacher, how can this end of the shelf easily put down? I hesitate, turned back to the classroom, but the eyes could not help but to the rubber band aimed at the past.