这是一节朗读课,看同学们读得多认真啊,有的摇着头,有的晃着脑,有的托着腮。我从讲台向下面瞟了一眼,东北角的吴晨把书张开立在课桌上,遮掩着自己,好像在摆弄着什么。我轻手轻脚地走下讲台来到他跟前,果然不出我所料,他用六枚苍耳子一会儿摆成一朵花,一会儿摆成一只小鸟,一会儿又摆成一只小刺猬。他专注得连我在他身边都没有发觉。 This is a reading class to see classmates read more seriously ah, some shakes his head, some shaky brain, and some hold gills. I glanced down from the podium, and Wu Chen at the northeast corner opened the book on the desk, covering myself as if I was playing with something. I came down to the desk with ease and I came to him. Sure enough, I could not imagine that he had spent six cocklebures posing as a flower for a while, a little bird posing for a while, and then a small hedgehog. He did not even focus on me.