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在去辅导班的路上,我们遭遇了堵车。浩浩荡荡的车流就这么凝固在马路上,前不见头,后不见尾。百无聊赖的我摇下车窗,伸出脑袋往前方张望,却看见了前面齐刷刷的一溜儿和我同样焦急张望的后脑勺。我悻悻地缩回车里,闭上眼睛,假寐,心却像在油锅里煎熬。终于还是忍不住睁开眼,翻腕,看表,只见分针一步步向规定时间逼近。我无计可施,只能仰头长叹。突然,一声短促而有力的鸣笛打破了原先压抑的宁静,随之,就像一
On the way to counseling classes, we encountered a traffic jam. Mighty traffic so solidified on the road, not seen before the first, but not the end. Bored I rocking the window, stretched out his head to look forward, but saw the front of the uniform brush and I also anxiously looked back head. I shyly retract the car, close my eyes, sleep soundly, the heart is like a torment in the pan. Finally still could not help but opened his eyes, turn wrist, watch, I saw the minute hand to the specified time approach. I can do nothing, can only look up and sigh. Suddenly, a short but powerful whistle broke the previously silence of silence, followed by a