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感冒了“是谁导演这场戏,在这孤单角色里……”不知道办公室里谁的手机里哼唱着这首《独角戏》。上课的铃声不合时宜地响起,接下来两节课又将是一场一个人自导自演的独角戏。心情,有些无奈,夹带点沮丧。推门,鸦雀无声,32双眼睛清澈纯净,带点萌动和憧憬。瞬时微笑回归于我的脸颊之上,飞跃于我的眉宇之间。孩子,无论调皮还是安静,都是可爱的。张嘴,嘶哑……陡然记起,因为感冒扁桃体发炎,声带已经很难发声了。教学一个人的独角戏似乎也无法上演
Caught a cold, “who directed the show, in this lone character ...” I do not know who in the office hums the song “The One-Man Show.” The bell ringing in an untimely manner, the next two classes will be a self-directed one-man show. Mood, some frustration, with a bit depressed. Push the door, silent, 32 pairs of eyes clear and pure, with a little germination and vision. An instant smile returns to my cheek, leaping between my brows. Children, whether naughty or quiet, are cute. Open mouth, hoarse ... ... suddenly remembered, because the cold tonsils inflammation, vocal cords have been very difficult to sound. It seems that teaching a one-man show can not be staged any more