这不是烈士陵园,无需肃穆;这不是悬崖边,无需屏息;这不是在伟人脚下,无需诚惶诚恐。这里是课堂。当我生平第一次坐在教室,老师一声:“举手呀!”打消了我对课堂的敬畏,我们争先恐后地举起了稚嫩的手。当我再大一点时,在课堂上,举手不仅仅是为了求知,也莫名其妙地夹杂着炫耀,仿佛那举起的手正是值得骄傲的凭证,但我此时仍不失我的天真。 This is not a martyrs’ cemetery and there is no need to be solemn; this is not the edge of the cliff and there is no need to hold your breath. This is not at the feet of great men. There is no need for sincerity. Here is the classroom. When I was sitting in the classroom for the first time in my life, the teacher said, “Raise my hand!” I dismissed my fear of the classroom and we scrambled to raise our hands. When I was a little older, in the classroom, I raised my hand not only to seek knowledge, but also inexplicably mixed with showing off, as if the raised hand was the proof to be proud of, but I still do not lose my innocence at this time.