早晨,太阳刚刚升起,他就站在堂屋中间的八仙桌后。八仙桌上放着一根枝条。他表情严肃,两手撑在桌的两角,身子微微前倾,环顾堂屋里一把把排列整齐的椅子,他喊:“同学们,上课了!”表叔叹一口气,说:“三儿的课又开始了。”我没看见过他上课时的情景,因此十分好奇地望着他。他迎着从门楣里投射进来的一束阳光,穿着整齐的中山服,很气派,很儒雅,阳光勾勒出他的 In the morning, when the sun had just risen, he stood behind the box table in the middle of the hall. Eight immortal table stood a branch. He looked solemn, his hands held in the corner of the table, leaning forward slightly, looking around the hall a neatly arranged chair, he shouted: “classmates! ” Table uncle sighed and said: “The third child’s class begins again.” "I have not seen the scene of his class and looked at him curiously. He confronted with a bunch of sunshine projected from the lintel, wearing a neat uniform, very stylish, very elegant, the sun sketched out his