The sun came in through the window and the sound of reading came.I woke up and hid behind the black hair,trying not to be discovered.My master was buried in her books,writing hard to prepare for the morning class.Yes,...The sun came in through the window and the sound of reading came.I woke up and hid behind the black hair,trying not to be discovered.My master was buried in her books,writing hard to prepare for the morning class.Yes,I am a grey hair and my master is a teacher.展开更多
文摘The sun came in through the window and the sound of reading came.I woke up and hid behind the black hair,trying not to be discovered.My master was buried in her books,writing hard to prepare for the morning class.Yes,I am a grey hair and my master is a teacher.