十年前的那个五月,我们班换了班主任。外面下着雨,这位老师穿着茅草扎的蓑衣进屋,头上还戴着斗笠。我们那里不是很南的南方,并不流行这身行头,所以,当他立在教室门前,严肃地看着我们时,嘈杂的议论声戛然而止,大家都诧异地盯着他看。“今天的作文课,描述你们的新语文老师,也就是我。”他走到讲桌前,行头都没有卸掉,就这么抱着手肘,看着我们写作文。不得不说,这是一个新鲜的老师,很新鲜。我留意到,他 Ten months ago that May, our class changed teacher. The outside was raining, and the teacher entered the house wearing a straw tie and hats in his head. We were not very south of the South and were not popularly populated. So when he stood in front of the classroom and looked at us seriously, noisy arguments came to an abrupt stop, and everyone stared at him in surprise. “Today’s composition class, describe your new language teacher, that is, I.” "He went to the desk, his head did not unload, so holding his elbow, watching us writing. Have to say, this is a fresh teacher, very fresh. I noticed him