下课铃声响了,胡德利把课本往胳肢窝一塞,垂着沾满粉笔灰的右手,病怏怏地走下教学楼。他仰头闭目,张开干燥的嘴唇,如鱼儿浮在水面,叭咂叭咂吮吸几口新鲜空气,腰杆瞬间挺直了许多。教学楼前路过的几个学生向他敬礼,异口同声:“胡老师好!”“好,同学们好!”他依然不愿睁开眼睛,嘴巴大张着,继续吸着清爽爽的微风,心里不由 When the bell rang, Hoodley dropped the textbook to the armpit, dropped his right hand, covered in chalk, and went astray to go to the school building. He looked up, opened his dry lips, such as fish floating on the water, howling suck a few mouthfuls of fresh air, the spine moment straight up a lot. Several students passing by in front of the teaching building saluted him and said in unison: “Teacher Wu is good! ” “Good, the classmates are good! ” He is still unwilling to open his eyes, mouth is open, continue sucking fresh and cool Breeze, not my heart