雪,越下越大,教室里冷得可怕,我们伴着老师激亢的讲课声,将脚跺得“咚咚”直响。忽然,一股冷风灌了进来——一个顶着一头乱糟糟头发的脑袋将糊在窗户上的报纸捅破,伸了进来。那脑袋下有张布满皱纹的脸,脸上镶嵌着一双呆滞的眼睛,那眼睛木木地扫视过我们。突然,那眼睛仿佛枯涸很久的井,涌出了汩汩清冽的泉,并径直流淌向一个矮瘦的男孩。“阿水,阿水。”那女人张开干瘪的嘴, Snow, the greater the lower, the classroom cold terrible, accompanied by the teacher’s speech sounding hyperactive, the foot was too “pound ” ring. All of a sudden, a chill was pouring in - a head cluttered with a messy hair pierced the newspaper on the window and stretched in. There was a wrinkled face under his head, a pair of dull eyes in his face, and his eyes on us. Suddenly, the well that had blinked its eyes for a long time was pouring out of the staggering springs and flowing straight to a thin boy. “A water, A water. ” The woman opened a shriveled mouth,