机房里密布着厚重的台式电脑,密集却井然有序。每台电脑前的学生无一不嘴唇微抿,双眉微蹙,两眼紧盯着屏幕,十指飞快地在键盘上舞动。与平日悠闲的信息课有别,这里更多了一分忙碌。没有一个人讲话,空气里流动的只有主机跃动的电流声,学生都目不转睛地盯着电脑屏幕。正前方的一幅红条,为这种情况的出现做了解释。这是一场打字比赛。我紧盯着屏幕,十指在身前的键盘舞动着。此刻,它们似是这偌大舞台上的舞者。这是一场关乎学校荣誉的比赛,而此刻,“荣誉”二字全数肩负在这十指之上,它们似乎从未如此闪耀 Room densely packed with heavy desktop computers, intensive but orderly. Students in front of each computer are all lips micro-Wei, eyebrows slightly stupid, his eyes staring at the screen, fingers swiftly dancing on the keyboard. With weekdays leisurely information classes are different, here a little more busy. No one spoke, only the current flowing in the air of the main body of the current sound, the students are intently staring at the computer screen. A red bar just in front explains why this is happening. This is a typing competition. I stared at the screen, ten fingers dancing in front of the keyboard. At the moment, they seem like dancers on this big stage. This is a game about the honor of the school, and at this moment, the word “honor” all shoulders above these ten fingers and they never seem so shining