长这么大我只坐过两次最后一排。第一次是在初中。那天下午第一节课,预备铃刚刚打过,老师还没有来。我转身和后面的同学说话,恍惚记得好像是在谈论文学社的什么事情。我兴高采烈得意忘形,却没有看到出现在门口的班主任老师。老师的严厉是出了名的,全班很快肃静了下来。而当我意识到这一点的时候,一扭头发现,老师眼中的怒火已足以将我点燃。我想,我完了。我果然完了。老师怒火冲天地说,水含玉,搬上桌子,坐到最后一排去! I’ve only been sitting in the last row twice so long. The first time is in junior high school. The first lesson of that afternoon, prepared bell just played, the teacher has not come. I turned to talk to my classmates in the trance, remembering as if I was talking about literary clubs. I elated elated, but did not see the class teacher at the door. The teacher’s harsh is notorious, the class soon quiet down. When I realized this, I found out that the teacher’s anger had been enough to light me. I think, I am finished. I really finished. The teacher said in anger, water containing jade, put on the table, sat in the last row to go!