天气还非常冷,空气中带着冬雪未散的冻意。高二的英语老师是个年轻人,穿着翠绿色的呢子外套,拎着扩音机和他的提包走进教室。坐在台下的我们,一直喧闹沸腾,直到英语老师含笑抬手,压了五六下,才止住了声音。所有人的脸上都按捺不住聊天的兴奋,还有人在偷笑。英语老师说:“新年啦,下学期我就不教你们了,你们这么开心啊?”“不是的,不是。”我们纷纷否认。上课还是照旧。单词念一个章节,时间就过去了十几分钟,老师讲解题目又用去了十几分钟,然后放课文朗诵,大家跟着一起念。 The weather is still very cold, the air with winter snow is not scattered frozen. The sophomore English teacher is a young man wearing a green woolen jacket carrying a megaphone and his handbag into the classroom. We sat under the stage, has been noisy boiling, until the English teacher smile, raised his hand, under pressure fifty-six, just stopped the sound. Everyone’s face tempted to chat excited, there are people laughing. English teacher said: “New Year friends, next semester I will not teach you, you are so happy ah?” “No, no.” We have to deny. Class is still the same. Read a chapter of the word, time is over a dozen minutes, the teacher explained the topic and spent more than ten minutes, and then read the text, we read along with.