“这是谁干的?”老师问。三十名学生都设法去回想他们做了什么。“这是谁干的?”老师又问了一遍。其时,她并不是真的想问,她只是想要一个答案。她很少生气,但这一次她真的生气了。她举起一块打碎的玻璃问道:“是谁打碎了这块玻璃?”“呃,天哪,”我暗自想道。我就是那个打碎玻璃 “Who did this?” the teacher asked. Thirty students all managed to recall what they had done. “Who did this?” The teacher asked again. At the time, she didn’t really want to ask. She just wanted an answer. She is rarely angry, but this time she is really angry. She lifted a broken glass and asked, “Who broke the glass?” “Oh, my God,” I thought secretly. I am the one who breaks the glass