午后的阳光柔暖而迟钝,像饱蘸了雨露,满满地灌进教室,六十几个学生便浸泡在这丰满的热里。热气包裹下,一摞摞书本似乎打起了盹儿,安静地舒展在课桌上。书本砌成了城墙,城墙后瞪着一双双雪亮的眼睛,那眼睛在热浪里超凡脱俗似的,空灵,有力,不受任何干扰。眼睛后面的每个人基本保持一个坐的姿势长久不动,如同一尊尊神清气爽的雕像。唯有老师讲题的时候,他们才命令脑袋抬起来,把囚禁已久的目光流放出去,像一盏盏聚光灯,从四面八方跋山涉水 The afternoon sun was warm and dull, like a full dip in the rain, filled into the classroom, more than sixty students soaked in this plump heat. Under a pack of hot air, a pile of books seemed to be a nap, resting quietly on the desk. The book is built into a city wall, behind the city wall with a pair of sharp eyes, the eyes of the extraordinary in the heat waves, ethereal, powerful, without any interference. Each person behind the eyes to maintain a basic posture of sitting for a long time, like a respected statue. Only when the teacher talked about the topic, they ordered the head to be lifted up and the imprisoned gaze was exiled. Like a spotlight, he traveled from all directions