无法忘记那一会儿安静,好像几年都没见过那样大的雪,无法忘记那安静中充溢的善。那是一个飘雪的早晨,窗外的雪花吸引着我的视线,我注视着它,它又吸引着学生的视线,一会儿飞走了,一会儿又向窗玻璃扑撞过来,好像要撞破玻璃飞进教室。教室外灰暗 It can not be forgotten that moment quiet, as if snow had not seen for years, can not forget the overflowing goodness that is quiet. It was a snowy morning, and the snow outside the window caught my eye. I watched it. It attracted the students’ attention. I flew away for a while, then fluttered against the windowpane again, as if to hit the glass fly Into the classroom. Teaching outside the dark