By touching you may kill ,by keeping awayyou may possess. ——Tagore
“In April,四月里, Come he will,它就来了, In May,五月里, Sing all day,整天吟唱多逍遥, In June,六月里, Change his tune,它在改变曲调, In July,七月里, Prepare to fly,准备飞翔, In August, 八月里, Go he must!它就得离去了!”
清冷、轻薄的声音,柔柔地砸在人们的心上,教室里十分安静,只有徐徐的朗诵声缓缓前行着,似低吟,似倾诉,终了,却给人以意犹未尽。不过片刻,教室内响起一片火热的掌声,夹带着少许男生的口哨声,打破了不久前的静谧。 “Ok,you're very good.Sit down,please!"英语老师显然对这个结果十分满意,嘴角尽是掩不住的笑意,开口请唯座下。