[Appearance of a female classmate] She is very thin, with a pair of small crescent-shaped eyes and a mole the size of a grain of rice beside her mouth. She is reading a thick book, and her eyes are fixed on the page, just like bees sucking nectar, so she looks so focused. Xiaofei sat in his seat, burying his head in writing and writing. There seemed to be a steady stream of spring water flowing out under his pen. In less than one class, a composition was actually written. Xiaohong just sat facing the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her round face, making her cheeks more rosy; She holds her chin in her hand with a pen, her eyes are wide open, her bright eyes are swimming slowly, and her plump chin is slightly upturned-this is the expression that the math teacher is familiar with and loves whenever she thinks of a more ingenious way to solve a math problem. Whenever I do my homework, the tip of my pen rustles, as if a bird were singing to me, and as if encouraging me: "If you are not afraid of difficulties, climb the peak bravely." She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared. She recited in cadence, with a beautiful tone, a beautiful expression and a moving seat. He's a naughty boy. He reads books too fast and crackles like fried peanuts. Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin with a crisp voice, which was very pleasant to hear. Even the sunshine was fascinated. She sneaked into the classroom from the window and landed on her book, and she didn't want to leave for a long time. I read the book greedily, like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass. She got into a sea of books, like a fish in the sea, and forgot the passage of time. He barely pulled himself together and opened the book. From the beginning, he felt that lines of words were moving on it, like flying; Later, I thought it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling around on paper. He buried himself in his homework again, and the room was quiet, only hearing the sound of pens rustling on the paper. Students sit in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, like dozens of flowers quietly under the watering of hard gardeners.