早读课还未下 ,见办公室的陈老师叫我接电话。提起话筒一问 ,才知是弟弟从距离老家二十里的募坝街上打来的 ,专程告诉我母亲被人无理打伤了 ,口吐鲜血 ,叫我回去看母亲一趟。放下电话 ,心里不禁有些凄楚 ,为母亲 ,也为自己。还是情不自禁地跑回教室上第一节正课。教室 ,同学们 The morning reading class has not yet gone. See Chen at the office and ask me to answer the phone. When I asked the microphone, I learned that my younger brother came from Ziba Street, which was 20 miles away from my hometown, and told me that my mother was unjustly wounded and vomited blood, and told me to go back and see her mother. Putting down the phone, I can’t help but feel a bit guilty about my mother and myself. Still can not help but ran back to the classroom in the first quarter of class. Classrooms, classmates