302教室,是我们学校的空余教室。艺术节期间,它成了我们班排练课本剧的场地。一个月来,它和我们朝夕相处,记录着我们的艰辛和泪水,记录着我们的幸福和欢笑。虽然艺术节已经结束了,但每次经过302教室时,我都会回想起训练时的点点滴滴……“一二——三,一二——三……”听,王老师的口令喊起来了,我们的身影在302教室里又开始活跃起来。每一个动作,每一个眼神,我们都要反复练习上百遍。汗水爬上我们的 302 classroom, is an empty classroom in our school. During the festival, it became the venue of our class rehearsal class. In the past month, it has been working with us day and night, recording our hardships and tears, and recording our happiness and laughter. Although the festival has ended, but every time after 302 classrooms, I will recall the training bit by bit ... ... “One two - three, one two - three ......” Listen, Wang’s password Shouting, our figure in the 302 classroom and began to get active again. Every action, every look, we have to practice repeatedly hundreds of times. Sweat climbed us