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一上世纪60年代,我在县城读初二,我最盼的就是作文课,因为每节作文课,老师几乎都会在课堂上诵读我的作文。有一次,老师在课堂上提问我:“你写作文有啥诀窍?”我高昂着平时总是低垂的头颅,回道:“我的诀窍就是写作文时总想着一个人。”“想哪个?”“我总是想着杜甫。”我说,“我喜欢他的诗,《茅屋为秋风所破歌》。”“你背给我听听。”老师说。于是我再次将头昂起,
A 60s of last century, I studied in the county two, my best hope is the composition class, because every writing class, the teacher will almost always read my composition in class. Once, the teacher asked me in class: “What’s your knack for writing?” “I am always high and usually drooping head, replied: ” My trick is always thinking of writing a man. “” “I always think of Du Fu. ” I said, “I like his poem, ” “” You back to me to hear ."Teacher says. So again I will be proud of,