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那一年,我第一次担任高三毕业班的班主任,我永远无法忘记那年的深秋,怒放在讲台上的雏菊花。深秋九月,风中已有了肃杀之气。我的学生在经历了高三的第一次月考后,亦如霜打的茄子无精打采了。他们懒洋洋地趴着或倚靠着课桌,漫不经心地听着课,手里无聊地旋转着钢笔或书,眼神茫然地望着窗外有些阴沉的天空。从那略带沧桑的脸庞上,我看出了他们的迷茫和失意,读出了他们内心的痛苦和挣扎,甚至我还感觉到了他们的自卑与放弃。但我不忍心大声地训斥他们,更不忍责备和埋怨。我知道
That year, for the first time as a class teacher in the third year of graduation, I could never forget the daisy blooming in the podium in the late autumn of that year. Late autumn in September, the wind has a chill gas. After my first month of high school’s third month of exams, my students were also depressed. They were lying lazily or leaning on the desks, listening casually, turning a pen or book boringly, looking blankly at the gloomy sky outside the window. From that slightly vicissitudes of the face, I saw their confusion and frustration, read out their inner pain and struggle, and even I also felt their inferiority and give up. But I do not have the heart to scold them, not to blame and blame. I know