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岁月如歌,转眼已是30年。在这突飞猛进的30年里,作为一名教师,一块小小黑板的变迁牵动着我的神经,我听到了时代前进的铿锵足音。我出生于衡南县一个非常偏僻的小山村,30年前,我背上书包,走进了村里唯一的小学。说是学校,其实就是一间土房子,一年级到四年级,总共十几个孩子,一个老师教所有的课。那时候,教室里的黑板是用几块木板拼成的,拼凑之间仍留着较大的缝隙,
Ruge song, blink of an eye already 30 years. In this thriving 30-year history, as a teacher, the change of a little blackboard touched my nerves. I heard the sonorous footsteps of the times going forward. I was born in a very remote small village in Hengnan County. Thirty years ago, I was back in my schoolbag and walked into the village’s only primary school. Said to be a school, in fact, is a soil house, the first grade to the fourth grade, a total of a dozen children, a teacher to teach all the lessons. At that time, the classroom blackboard is composed of a few pieces of wood, patchwork still retains a larger gap,