我的初中语文老师姓陈,个子不高,皮肤黝黑,说起话来声震屋宇,在学校里以急公好义著称。 一天早晨,学校门口发生了一场争执。一方是一个抱小孩的瘦弱女子,另一方是推一辆货郎 车的小贩,在他们旁边,便站着我们的陈老师。只见他指着小贩的鼻子问:“你怎么可以这样！你怎么可以这样！这不是行骗吗?”吓得小贩连连后退。四周围着看热闹的同学。 正在这时,学校里铃声响了,大家一哄而散,撒腿向教室奔去。 第一节课正是语文课,陈老师急匆匆地走了进来。他突然大声问道:“你们喜欢猜谜吗?” “喜——欢！” “会猜哑谜吗?” “不——会！” My junior high school language teacher surnamed Chen, not tall, dark, talking to shock the house, in school is known as a good rush of justice. One morning, there was a dispute at the school gate. One is a thin woman with a child, while the other is a hawker pushing a van. Beside them, they stand with our teacher Chen. I saw him pointing to the hawker’s nose and asked: “How can you do this! How can you do this! This is not a fraud?” Scared hawkers back and forth again and again. Surrounded by watching the lively classmates. Just then, the school bell rang, everyone rushed to disperse, throwing his legs to the classroom. The first lesson is the language class, Chen hurriedly came in. He suddenly loudly asked: “Do you like to guess the puzzle?” “Hi - Huan!” “Will guess the riddle?” "No - will!