周四下午最后一节是七一班的英语,踏着上课铃声,我走进教室,如往常一样,学生早已大声朗读。我环顾一圈,发现最后一排的乔洪云趴在桌子上,她是一个文静、胆小、成绩极差、有点自卑的女生。乔洪云似乎感觉到我要找她,抬起头,红红的眼睛像刚刚哭过,看了我一眼又低下了头。我用温柔的语气问:“怎么了?怎么哭成红眼了?”见我问她,她抬起头,泪立马流了出来,又深深低下头去,不语。我抚着她的后背,也低下身,趴在她耳边,悄声问:“洪云,到底怎么了?挨批了还是 The last Thursday afternoon was Q7 in English. As I walked into the classroom, I walked into the classroom. As usual, the students read aloud aloud. I looked around and found the last row of Qiao Hongyun lying on the table, she is a quiet, timid, poor grades, a little inferiority girl. Qiao Hongyun seems to feel I’m looking for her, looked up, like red eyes just cried, looked at me and lowered his head. I asked in a gentle tone: ”What happened? How did you cry into a red-eye?“ ”See I asked her, she looked up, tears flowed out, and bowed his head deep, silent. I caress her back, but also lower body, lying in her ear, whispered: "Hongyun, in the end what? Approved or