“军军,下午你要画两幅画,背一首唐诗,再把上午刚学的英语单词默写十遍……我晚上回来要检查。”妈妈说完,不由分说地、“啪”的一声锁上了门。空荡荡的屋子里只剩下军军一个人。桌子上摆着画册、唐诗选及厚厚的英语书。“我画什么呢?”军军托着腮,苦苦地思索着。五分钟,十分钟,半个小时过去了,画纸仍洁白如初。“小伙伴们,让我们来玩丢手绢,好不好?”一阵欢呼声打乱了军军的思路,军军直起身,透过窗玻璃,看 “Army, in the afternoon you have to draw two paintings, one back of a Tang poem, and then the morning just learned English words dictate ten times ... ... I come back to check at night.” Mom finished, without any explanation, “snap” lock Get on the door. There is only one Army left in the empty room. On the table album, Tang poetry selected and thick English book. “What am I painting?” The army held his cheek and pondered hard. Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour later, the paper is still as white as ever. “Friends, let’s play throw handkerchief, okay?” While the cheering broke the idea of ​​the army, the army straightened up and looked through the windowpane.