有一篇很美的文章,题目漂亮,故事更耐人寻味:就像平静的湖面落下一枚银币,突然的声响,惹得满教室的花朵晃动起来。靠窗那排坐在最后的学生,弄碎了一块小镜子。这是上午的第二节课,老师的讲述已停下来,学生们正进行课堂练习。有初冬的阳光从窗外涌进来,流淌在摊开着的课本上的字里行间。在教室的课桌间来回踱步,看长长短短的七排秀发及秀发下亮晶晶的目光,捕捉沙沙的写字声合成的音乐,男老师感觉到自己好像一个农民在田间小憩,擦汗的同时聆听着庄稼的拔节之声。一个小姑娘心爱的小镜子摔坏了。教室里低低地有了议论:“臭美!扮啥酷呀!”“上课怎么能照镜子?” There is a beautiful article, the subject is beautiful, the story is more intriguing: just like a calm lake fell a silver coin, a sudden sound, prompting a classroom full of flowers shaking. Sitting on the last row of students in the window row, smashed a small mirror. This is the second class in the morning. The teacher's talk has stopped and the students are practicing in class. Early winter sunshine came in from the window, flowing in the open textbook on the line between the lines. Pace around the classroom desks, watching the long, short, seven-row hair and hair glittering, catching the symphonic music of the rustling, and the male teacher feels like a farmer rests in the field and wipes his sweat While listening to the joke of the crop. A small girl beloved little mirror broke. There was a talk in the classroom, low and low: “What a stupid thing to play!” “How can the class look in the mirror?”