阴沉沉的天空好像一块脏兮兮的抹布,把我们的心情抹得黑乎乎的。我们怀着沉重的心情,脑子却在飞速运转,寻思着编个什么新颖独特的借口来蒙混过关。噢,天哪!老汪已经堵在教室门口,一边挥舞着他从不离身的“教鞭”(用粉色橡皮筋捆扎的几节扫帚条),一边扭动着腰,一边晃动着脑袋。我们惊恐地望着他不断重复这套凡人无法驾驭的动作。突然,老汪停止了动作,斜眼一瞥,清了清嗓子:“都到齐了,那就排好队吧。”排队干什么?挨个 Gloomy sky looks like a dirty rag to our mood black. With a heavy heart, our minds are running at a rapid pace, wondering what new and unique excuses we have made to muddle through. Oh, my God, Lao Wang, stuck in front of the classroom, waved his head as he waving his “whip” (a few broomsticks strapped in pink rubber band) that he never left. We looked in horror at him constantly repeating this set of mortal actions that man could not control. Suddenly, the old Wang stopped the action, glimpse of a glance, cleared his throat: “are all in line, then lined up.” "Queue up?