这是一节公开课,班里坐满了听课的老师。上课铃已响过了三分钟,向来准时的语文老师却没有来,这犹如轻风拂过平静的湖面,课室里等待的沉寂渐渐泛起窃语声声。坐得挺直的同学们开始躁动起来,甩手的,叹气的,探首的,耳语的……许多同学双手伸进桌内,捧着各种语文参考书,低着头一遍遍地默念着。看来谁也忘不了语文老师的那句话“公开课,可不是随便上的。”我想着,潜意识里的那种不屑便油然而生。漫不经心 This is an open class. The class is filled with lecturers. The bell had been ringing for three minutes. The Chinese language teacher who had been on time did not come. It was like a breeze blowing over a calm lake. The silence waiting in the classroom began to sound like a plagiarism. The students who sat upright began to shake, shake hands, sigh, probe, whisper... Many students reached into the table with their hands, holding various language reference books, and meditated silently over and over again. It seems that no one can forget the words of the language teacher, “open class, but not casually.” I think, the kind of subconscious disgruntled. casual