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明媚热烈的初夏,总让人想要挥汗如雨。下午两点,九班所有人都在操场上感受热浪,火热的气息随着肢体的摆动滚动成风扑面而来,除了他之外。他安静地坐在教室里吹着空调,手中的笔一刻不停,像他时刻运转的大脑。每个提起他的人都一副又羡慕又无奈的表情:“啧啧,这孩子是个学霸!”机械的重复,让起初喜悦的脸变得面无表情,像一块冰,听到再真心的称赞也无法在心里激起丝丝涟漪了。从幼儿园开始就被夸赞是一个聪明的孩子,一直到浪
Bright early summer, people always want to sweat. At two o’clock in the afternoon, all nine people felt the heatwave in the playground. The fiery breath rolled as the limbs rolled in, except him. He sat quietly in the classroom with air conditioning, the pen in his hand, nonstop, like his running brain. Everyone who brought him a look of envy and helplessness: “Gee, this kid is a hegemony! ” Mechanical repetition, so initially joyful face blankly, like a piece of ice, hear again True praise can not arouse the slightest ripples in my heart. Praise from the beginning of kindergarten is a clever child, has been to the wave