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那年踏入中学大门,胡老师上我们的语文课。她三十出头,已是一位年轻的母亲,但看上去,少的是为人母亲的成熟与深沉,更像是一个大女孩,脸上始终荡漾着春风般的微笑。她个子不高,身材娇小,班上靠后座的男生女生,无论是高度,还是宽度,都胜她一筹。由于她的形象不是我们心目中的“严师”形象,因此,她在我们心中的位置一如她的个头与身材,很不起眼。可渐渐地,我们发现,我们被这个不起眼的老师征服了,而她征服我们每个同学的方法,就是讲故事。
In that year, he entered the middle school door, and Hu went to our language class. She is a young mother in her early thirties, but what she looks like is less mature and deeper for her mother. She is more like a big girl with a spring-like smile on her face. She is not tall and petite, and the boys and girls in the back seat of the class are superior to her in both height and width. Since her image is not the image of “strict teacher” in our minds, her position in our hearts is as small as her size and size. Gradually, we discovered that we were conquered by this humble teacher, and the way she conquered each of our classmates was to tell stories.