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一辆破旧的自行车上,是一个意气风发的追风少年。崎岖蜿蜒的田埂,窄不盈尺的小桥,竹木掩映的村庄,这一切是那么亲切,又是那么陌生。少年就在这样的村庄长大,这一天,他要赶往邻村的小学,成为一名老师。这个少年,就是当年的我,17岁,刚刚从师范毕业。学校坐落在绿色的田野中。新建的两层教学楼,在一片绿色的环抱中显得格外引人注目。学校安排我教二年级语文,担任班主任。走进教室,40多双充满期待和探寻的眼睛望着我,我心中陡然升起一份神圣的使命感。很快,我就与这群小不点儿打成一片了。学校有个小小的食堂,老师们中午都在学校吃饭。每当快要开饭时,就有十几个孩子等候在锅台边,
A shabby bike, is a high-spirited herd teenager. Rough winding fields, narrow not narrow foot bridge, bamboo shaded villages, all this is so cordial, but also so strange. When a teenager grew up in such a village, on this day he was going to the elementary school in neighboring village and became a teacher. This boy, that is, I was 17 years old, just graduated from normal school. The school is located in the green fields. The new two-story teaching building, in a green embrace is particularly noticeable. The school arranged for me to teach second grade Chinese as a class teacher. Into the classroom, more than 40 pairs of double expectations and exploration of the eyes looking at me, my heart suddenly raised a sacred mission. Soon, I’ll be a little off with these little ones. The school has a small canteen, teachers are at noon to eat at school. Whenever it is about to start, there are a dozen children waiting in the pot edge,