“老师,我们写作业吧!”课堂上,裴潇帆嘟着小嘴,撒娇似的拖着稚气的童音哀求。我笑笑,朝她做个鬼脸,她回应我一个灿烂的微笑。“你是想听音乐了吧?”她开心地笑着点点头,小脸上绽开丝丝笑意。我点开手机上收藏的《琵琶语》,音乐在我和学生中间轻缓地流淌,像一匹上好的绸缎,一点点铺开。孩子们安静下来,一边听音乐,一边一笔一画地 “Teacher, we write homework!” Class, Pei Xiaofan beep small mouth, petulable childish dragging childlike pleading. I smiled, made a face to her, she responded to me a brilliant smile. “You want to listen to music, right?” She smiled happily nodded, a small smile on her face. I clicked on the “Pipa” on my cellphone, and the music was flowing gently between me and the students, like a good satin, a little spread out. Children calm down, listening to music, while drawing one by one