陈老说完最后一个段子,笑容一收,一道威慑的目光直直向我射来。“江百十,和你同桌到我办公室来一下。”我心一凉,转头向新同桌投去一个抱歉的眼神。我们一前一后走出教室,嬉闹吵嚷声在背后像扇面缓慢合拢。初冬的风凛冽,擦面而过。我感觉到那种孤独无助又席卷了我。我给它命名为:巨大的悲哀。我带着巨大的悲哀,想好了壮士断腕般的台词,是我抄程九九的,都是我的错。 Chen old finished the last paragraph, a smile, a deterrent’s gaze shot straight to me. “Jiang hundred ten, and you come to my office at the same table with you. ” My heart is cold, turned to the new table with an sorry look. We walked out of the classroom one after the other, frolic noisy behind the fan slowly folded. Early winter windy, wiping the surface before. I feel that kind of helplessness swept me again. I named it: a huge sadness. I took a great sorrow, think of a broken wrist like a warrior lines, I copied from 99, are my fault.