“昆明湖静得像一面镜子,绿得像一块碧玉……”整个教室静悄悄的,一阵微风吹过,不争气的嗓子又和我做起对来,“咳咳……”痒痛难忍。这时我环视了一下教室,同学们都在认真地听,便想接着读,却发现吴阳头扎进书桌里,不知在摆弄什么。顿时,我气不打一处来,“吴阳!”我的声音一下子 “Kunming Lake is still like a mirror, green like a jasper ... ...” The classroom quietly, a breeze blowing, disappointing throat again and I started to come, “Keke ... ...” Itch pain unbearable . At this time I looked around the classroom, the students are listening carefully, they want to read, but found Wu Yang head into the desk, I do not know what to play with. Suddenly, I did not hit a gas, “Wu Yang!” My voice suddenly