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一起风的初秋,苍宇间还残留盛夏的溽热,我第一次见到她,就是在这个时候。她端坐在夕阳照耀之下的办公室里,一件微微紫红的高领衬衫,白灰光亮的裤子,尖角黑皮的高跟鞋,除了颜色,没有一丝的花纹。她笑的时候呀,嘴巴咧得老大,眼睛一弯,旁边的皱纹就一圈圈地蔓开。那时我对老师的印象是极其模糊的,对自己,也是模糊的。她上课,我们就如同看了一场扣人心弦的电影。每一次,跟着她激动到热血沸腾,快乐得无以言表,感动得泪流满面……现在我想起来,为什
In the early autumn of the wind, Cang Yu still retains the hot summer, the first time I saw her, it is at this time. She was sitting in the office under the setting sun, a slightly purplish turtleneck shirt, shiny gray pants, black leather high heels, in addition to color, no trace of the pattern. When she laughed Yeah, his mouth blanket boss, eyes bent, next to the wrinkles in a circle to spread. My impression of the teacher at the time was extremely vague and self-vague. She was in class, we saw an exciting movie. Every time, with her excited to passionate, happy beyond words, touched tears ... Now I think of it, why