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我记得我们班的孩子刚入学时,就像一头头脱缰的小野马。他们可真让人伤脑筋呀。不会值日,不会擦黑板,不会锁门……他们不会的东西太多了,他们不懂的东西太多了,他们不懂得遵守的东西也太多了。三十多个小人儿一说起话来就兴奋,他们根本就无视班主任的存在。瞧,这个小子蹲到了椅子上;看,那个丫蛋儿钻到了桌子下面;再看那两个小不点儿,打起来了……这可真够热闹的。面对他们这些小淘气,打不得,骂不得,哭不得,笑不得,怎么办。可这课还得正常上啊!上课了,教室里一阵混乱。我把黑板擦拍向讲桌,“啪”的一声,静,出奇地静。我一阵窃喜,“好,开始讲课!”他们一个个开始刷刷地正身坐好。
I remember the children in our class just like a small wild horse running wild. They are so nerve-racking Will not be worth day, will not rub the blackboard, will not lock the door ... They will not have too many things, they do not understand too much, they do not know how to obey too much. More than thirty little children excited to talk, they simply ignore the existence of the class teacher. Look, the kid squatted on the chair; look, the little girl got into the table below; look at the two little boys, hit it ... ... It’s really lively. In the face of these small naughty, can not beat, curse, cry, laugh, what to do. This class may have to be normal ah! Class, a mess in the classroom. I patted the blackboard to the desk, “snap”, quiet, surprisingly quiet. I burst into joy, “Well, start lecturing! ” They are one by one brushing and sitting properly.