数学老师正讲得唾沫四溅的时候,我,他的得意门生,思想却不知飘到哪里去了。我一只手托着头,坐在那儿怔怔地发着呆,这是我现在经常保持的姿势。唉,马上又要到周末了,但华再也不会在楼下等我了,再也不会牵着我的手在阳光下奔跑了。他说我们俩不适合在一起,想到这我的心里一阵揪痛,眼里也开始潮湿起来。 When the teacher of mathematics was spattering, I, his proud student, thought that I did not know where to go. I held my head with one hand and sat there stunned. This is the posture I always maintain. Hey, it will take another weekend, but Hua will never wait for me downstairs again, and will never run with my hand in the sun. He said that the two of us were not suitable to be together. I thought of this with a burst of sorrow in my heart and my eyes began to wet.