教室里很安静。同学们似乎都在做着同一件事:抿住呼吸,悄期待着入学以来第一位代课老师的到来。上课铃声终于响了,我想推门进入的语文老师该是一位何美丽的少女,抑或是一位满脸智慧、饱经沧桑的哲人。“吱———”门开了。抬头一看,天啊!他,他太超乎我的想象。不,我可以确定是 The classroom is quiet. Students seem to be doing the same thing: hold your breath, waiting for the arrival of the first substitute teacher since entering school. The bell of the school finally rang, I want to push the door into the language teacher is a beautiful girl, or a face full of wisdom, experienced philosophers. “Squeak ---” the door opened. Looked up, my God! He, he is too far beyond my imagination. No, I can be sure