8太阳的影子缓慢地爬过课桌,光亮的黄色桌面上可以看见灰色的铅笔印、黑色的水性笔印,还有小刀的划痕。教室后面的扫帚胡乱摆放着,垃圾桶里堆满了作业纸、食品袋。空气中有粉笔的尘埃,一颗一颗,缓慢地流动。教室里寂静无声,偶尔有老师在黑板上写板书发出的“嘟嘟”声。陈璐用左手撑住脑袋,眼睛不时在老师和同桌之间徘徊。其实只是一个人。右边的第三个位置一直空着。 8 The shadow of the sun slowly climbed over the desk, with gray pencil prints, black watercolors, and knife scratches on the bright yellow tabletop. Brooms in the back of the classroom were laid out casually, trash piled up with work papers and food bags. Chalky dust in the air, one by one, flowing slowly. The classroom was silent, and occasionally there was a “beep” sound from a teacher writing on a blackboard. Chen Lu hold his head with his left hand, eyes from time to time in the teacher and the same table wandering. In fact, just a person. The third position to the right has been vacant.