轻轻地,我唱首歌,送给我亲爱的老教室。—题记镜头一夏季的天空,总是跳动着火焰,刺眼的阳光,透过玻璃窗,直直地射进教室。黑板上密密麻麻的方程式,至今也没能全部解开,阳光渲染下,粉笔灰翩翩起舞,有些静静地落在我书上。我仔细寻觅着它们纤细的身 Gently, I sing a song and give it to my dear old classroom. - Inscription shots A summer sky, always beating the flames, dazzling sunlight, through the glass, into the classroom straight. Blackboard dense formula, so far failed to fully open, the sun rendering, chalk and gray dancing, and some quietly fell on my book. I carefully looking for their slender body