清晨,一地白霜,踩上“咯吱吱”地响。教室里也清冷,孩子们不像往常那样在读书,或者当我到来时佯装读书。班长哭着说:“老师,李力和杨芳,被车……撞……死了……”教室里,哭声一片。我想班长一定是搞错了,李力和杨芳,我昨天还去了他们家,说好他们今天就来上学的,怎么会……李力同村的马老师打来电话,证实了班长的话,还说:“来看看吧,带几个学生。”脚下还是“咯吱吱”霜碎的声响,雾气开始弥漫。我一个人向李 Morning, a hoar frost, stepped on “slightly creak ” to ring. The classrooms are also cool, children are not reading as usual, or pretend to be reading when I arrive. The squad leader cried and said: “The teacher, Li Li and Yang Fang, was hit by a car ...... dead ...” “The classroom, a cry. I think the squad leader must have made a mistake, Li Li and Yang Fang, and I went to their house yesterday, saying that they came to school today, and how could they ... Li Li, a village phone teacher, confirmed the squad leader’s remark , And said: ”Come and see, take a couple of students.“ ”Squirting at the foot or“ creak ”The frost crumbles and the fog begins to fill. I am alone to Lee