“李明的老婆又来信了!”班级通信员王明东的一声喊叫,就像一瓢水倒进正在翻滚的油锅里,欢笑声、追逐声、叫嚷声使得原本平静的教室顿时乱成一团。我走进教室,学生马上安静下来,只有李明和王明东两人还站在讲台旁边,手扯着一封信在互相争抢。“你们两个在抢什么?”我明知故问。“老师,有人给李明写情书。”王明东转过头来向我举报,说着猛一用力将那封“情书”从李明手里抢过来,跑上前交给了我。学生中又发出 “Li Ming’s wife has sent another letter!” classmate Wang Mingdong shouted, like a scoop of water poured into the rolling pan, laughter, chase, and squeaks made the originally quiet class suddenly haphazard. When I entered the classroom, the students immediately calmed down. Only Li Ming and Wang Mingdong were still standing beside the podium, and they were hurling a letter to each other. “What are you two trying to grab?” I asked knowingly. “Teacher, someone wrote a love letter to Li Ming.” Wang Mingdong turned to report to me, saying that Mengyi had forced the “love letter” out of Li Ming’s hands and ran over to me. Among students