几个学生在走廊探头探脑,忽然跑进来说:“来了。”大家正襟危坐。她走进三(四)班教室的时候,文艺委员正带领我们唱一首当时学校流行却极其沉闷的歌,“没有花香,没有树高,我是一棵无人知道的小草……”她倚在教室门口,白衬衣,绿裙子,梳着马尾,额头光洁得如擦亮的瓷器,那样年轻,而这足以让我们喜欢她了。 Several students explore the corridor probe, suddenly ran in and said: “Come.” Everyone is sat. When she walked into the classrooms of three (four) classes, the art committee was leading us to sing a very boring song that was popular at school. “No flowers, no height, I am a nobody knows ...” She leaned in front of the classroom, white shirt, green skirt, ponytail, forehead smooth as polish porcelain, so young, and this is enough for us to like her.