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1987年9月30日。已有一个月没回家看看,只等“十一”回家过节了。今天下午学校没什么事,准备早些回家。正在我准备回家的时候,我们班的团支部书记钱军同学满头大汗地跑了过来:“丁老师,我们要和您谈谈工作。”“什么?谈工作?”学生毕竟是孩子,连过节也不知道让老师早些回家,我心里有些抱怨。“不行,不行,过节后再说吧!”“不行,今天必须把班上的发展计划搞出来,团委过‘十一’后要名单。”听到这儿,我只好放下书包,不情愿地说:“快
September 30, 1987. Has not come home for a month to see, only waiting for “November” home for the holidays. This afternoon, school nothing, ready to go home earlier. As I was preparing to go home, my classmate, Party Secretary Qian Jun, ran sweating profusely: “Teacher Ding, we have to talk to you about the work.” “What? Talking about work?” After all, children are children , Even the holidays do not know to let the teacher go home earlier, my heart some complain. “No, no, let's talk after the holidays!” “No, we must work out the development plan for the class today, and the Communist Youth League must have a list after the '11. '” At this point, I had no choice but to drop the bag and reluctantly say: "fast