以前的我曾固执地以为,只有于教室内手执课本,朗朗吟诵千篇一律的古文,或是老师在黑板上奋笔疾书,学生在台下昏昏欲睡才是一成不变的语文课。从未想到,那日偶游竹园,上了一堂特殊的“语文课”。重重扔下手中的课本,心中止不住地烦躁。纵然是背诵了千百遍的唐诗宋词,却仍似远隔万水千山,不得要领。出去走走吧,我自忖,决意搁置这恼人的作业。撑起一把黛色的伞,缓步走入竹园,细雨迷蒙间,似乎万物都蒙上了黯淡的 I used to stubbornly think that only by holding a textbook in the classroom, reciting monotonous euphemism, or being a teacher writing a book on a blackboard, drowsiness under the stage of the audience is a constant language lesson. Never thought of that day even Chuk Yuen, on a special “language class ”. Throwing a lot of textbooks in my heart, the heart can not stop irritable. Although it is a recitation of the Tang poetry and Songs thousands of times, it still seems a long way, never ask for essentials. Go out and walk, I boast, determined to shelve this annoying homework. Hold up a Dai-colored umbrella, slowly into the Chuk Yuen, drizzle, it seems that everything is cast dark