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我与教师结缘始于童年时的一个梦:我手持教鞭,背后是大大的黑板,我正讲着什么……也许梦里有条线牵着我,从那时起,我就像着了迷似的,独自在家就以门背当黑板,再摆上几个小板凳,模仿着当起了老师。现在回想起来,那是我童年时的一个秘密,是多好的一分快乐。接下来一切都变了。当我亲眼看着一个个受人敬重的老师被押上了台,而慷慨激昂的革命小将正是他们亲手教出来的学生时,我真弄不明白这一切究竟是怎么了?记得有一天,突然有人告诉我,教我们数学的王老师跳井死了。我瞢怔怔地跑到现场,一辆板车擦身而过,
I became acquainted with teachers in a dream that began when I was a child: I hold a pointer and there is a big blackboard behind me. What are I talking about? Maybe there is a line of dreams holding me and I’ve been a fan since then Like, alone at home to back door when the blackboard, and then put on a few small bench, imitating a teacher. Now, in retrospect, it was a secret in my childhood, and it was a very good happy moment. Then everything changed. When I watched as my respected teachers were put on the stage and the impassioned Revolutionary Capitol students just personally taught me, I really could not understand what happened to all of this. Remember one day suddenly someone Tell me, teacher Wang, who taught us math, jumped well and died. I stumbled to the scene, a scooter passing,