一树清辉,夜幕垂下后又要开家长会。大人们的聚会总是放在夜幕后边。这时候的我们注定是被拒绝的。于是,我们躲在大树下,看自己的家长一个个走来。他们的脚步一样的匆匆,他们的脸色一样的严肃,分不清谁是谁的爸,谁是谁的妈。我们指点着,说笑着。这时,他们走进了教室,刹那间,刺眼的白光照彻了他们心中的不安和尴尬。顿时,我们的心也沉了下来。我记起了自己在课后被老 A tree clear, drooping after the parents have to open. The gathering of adults is always behind the night. At this time we are doomed to be rejected. So, we hid under the tree, see their parents came one by one. Their hurried footsteps, their face as serious, can not tell who is the father, who is who the mother. We are pointing, laughing. At this moment, they walked into the classroom, and in an instant, dazzling white light shook their hearts’ unease and embarrassment. Suddenly, our hearts sank. I remember myself being old after class