每节课的作业,很多很多。女孩儿不停地做,手酸得很,眼皮也有些打架,正想休息一会儿,忽然,一阵清悠的笛声在耳边响起,疲惫的精神为之一爽。回头一看,是她后面的男孩吹的。笛声宛转轻快,像一股清泉流入心田,畅快极了。女孩想不到其貌不扬的男孩有这么一手绝技,演奏家也不过如此, There are many, many tasks in each class. The girl kept doing it, her hands were sour, and her eyelids were fighting. She was thinking of taking a short break. Suddenly, a whisper of Qingyou sounded in her ear. The exhausted spirit was refreshing. Looking back, it was the boy behind her. The whistle sounds like a clear spring flowing into the heart of the earth. The girl couldn’t think of the handsome boy who had such a stunt, but the performer was just like that.