爱融进苦涩的薄荷叶,化成了淡淡清香。我把课本堆成一座山,便于藏住脸,笔尖流畅,黄本子里写满了“薄荷蛋”。老莫像鬼一样飘到了面前,看了一眼黄本:“什么时候了,还想着吃,你以为中考很容易?”老莫是班主任,教数学,上学期教完初二,本可以退休,我也暗喜这一天来临。谁知她向校方申请要带完这一届,说初三最要紧,换了老师,学生又 Love melts into bitter mint leaves, turned into a touch of fragrance. I put the textbook into a mountain, easy to hide the face, nib smooth, yellow book filled with “mint egg ”. Old Mo drifted like a ghost in front, looked at the yellow: “When, but also think of eating, you think the exam is easy?” Lao Mo is the class teacher to teach mathematics, semester teaching finished the second day, this Can retire, I also like this day approaching. Who knows she applied to the school to take this session, said the third day the most important, for a teacher, students and