走在阿里中学整洁优美的校园里,高天湛蓝,白云如棉,看着教师们一张张淳朴的笑脸,听着学生一声声亲切的问好,无限温暖,无限感动涌上心头。藏族教师教我们汉族教师跳锅庄舞、说藏语,我们教他们说普通话,欢声笑语,其乐融融,亲如家人。我们一起听课,一起评课,一起教研,互相学习,共同进步。难以忘记雪域高原上生病的日子,一直有同事们无微不至地关怀。在援藏支教的这半年里,我感冒了两次,每次感冒长达十天之久,头疼 Walking in the neat and beautiful campus of Ali Middle School, high-sky blue, white clouds such as cotton, watching the teachers a simple smile, listening to the students as soon as hello, infinite warmth, unlimited moving in my heart. Tibetan teachers teach us Han teachers to dance pot-dancing, Tibetan speaking, we teach them to speak Mandarin, laughter, enjoyable, pro-family. We listen to class, class together, teaching and research, learn from each other and make progress together. Hard to forget the sick days in the snow-covered plateau, my colleagues have always taken care of them. During the six months I supported my education in Tibet, I had a cold twice. Each time I had a cold, I had a headache