老式的教学房,一砖一瓦,是多么的熟悉啊!她站在操场上,环视四周,除了岁月留下的印记,一切依旧。入秋的风,微凉。她,独自一人站着,冥思中,依稀,耳边传来悦耳的嬉笑声。一个、二个、三个……很多,很多,戴着红领巾的小学生往一棵大榕树奔去。那里,他吹着集合的口哨,小学生们很乖巧地排好 Old-fashioned teaching room, brick and tile, is how familiar ah! She stood on the playground, looking around, in addition to the mark left by the years, everything remains the same. Autumn wind, cool. She stood alone, in meditation, faintly, ear came sweet melody. One, two, three ... many, many, red schoolchildren to a large banyan tree ran. There, he blew his whistle, and the pupils were well-behaved