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“秋天来，天气凉了，一群大雁往南飞，一会儿排成个一字，一会儿排成个人字……”那是五十年代初，我刚上小学一年级，学了这篇课文。放学以后，我同小朋友，常常跑到村头，遥望着一群群大雁沐浴着火红的晚霞，“嘎嘎”地欢叫着，潇洒地飞向远方。我和小朋友一齐拍着手，朗诵
“In the fall, the weather is cold, and a group of big geese are flying south. They are lining up for a while, and they are lined up in personal words...” That was in the early fifties. I had just entered the first grade of elementary school and learned this lesson. After school, I often went to the village with my little friends and looked at the geese in the evening with a red glow. They shouted with joy and flew smartly into the distance. I clapping with the children and recite it