Soon, the classroom was crowded with people, and the teacher arrived later. The first class is Chinese, and the teacher speaks very vividly. I also stared at the blackboard and listened to the teacher with relish. The classroom is always quiet and noisy. When it is quiet, you can hear the sound of a ballpoint pen "ticking" on the paper. When there was a quarrel, the students scrambled to answer. Unconsciously, the one-hour course has ended. I stood in the corridor and looked out. Dark and silent. The wind stopped traveling, and the stars beyond the cloud nine couldn't help releasing their deep brilliance. The next class is also very interesting. ......

School was over in a blink of an eye, and I was on my way home. It's really tiring to think about it. If you don't have to go, you can play more at night!