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很多往事,都被遗忘在时光的暗箱里,与过去一起长满了青苔,斑斑驳驳地沉睡着。而有些往事却时常裹挟着远方温暖的气息,散发着幽幽的时光的香气,在不经意间一次次轻轻叩响记忆的心扉……三十年前,我所在的校园还很破旧(现已搬迁),我们育红班教室就坐落在学校西北角。教室设施简陋,二十来个四条腿的高木墩和矮矮的小木凳——那是我们各自从家里搬来做课桌椅用的;教室前面黑板旁边是炉子
Many past events, are forgotten in the darkness of time, with the past covered with moss, speckled asleep. However, some events often coerce the warmth of the distant atmosphere, exudes a faint fragrance of time, inadvertently knocked on the memory of the heart gently and gently ... ... thirty years ago, my campus is still shabby (now relocated ), Our red class classroom is located in the school northwest corner. Classroom facilities, twenty to four high-wooden piers and short stools wooden bench - that is, we each moved from home to do desks and chairs; next to the blackboard in front of the classroom is the stove