记忆中的课堂是有温度的,如同我发红的脸颊一般滚烫。我并未刻意记住它,但它却根深蒂固地嵌在了我的记忆里,令我难以忘怀。由于成绩下滑,爸爸给我报了“一对一”的辅导课程。其实我并不排斥上课,但我排斥那个在门外晃来晃去的人———爸爸,真丢人!我将头越埋越低,血液凝聚到了脸上。老师的讲解在耳畔“嗡嗡”作响,我无暇顾及,心里满是 The memory of the classroom is warm, as my red cheeks general hot. I did not deliberately remember it, but it was deeply embedded in my memory, so I can not forget. As a result of the decline, my father reported to me “one on one” counseling courses. In fact, I did not exclude class, but I exclude that who dangling outside the door --- Dad, really shameless! I buried the lower the more head, the blood condensed to the face. Teacher’s explanation in the ears “Buzz ” sound, I have time to take into account, my heart full