燕子去了,有再来的时候;桃花谢了,有再开的时候;杨柳枯了,有再青的时候,可是,为什么我欢乐的小学时光一去不复返呢?回想昨天,仿佛我还是那个见了老师会紧抱着他(她),童真地说一句“老师好”的小孩,而现在,我见到我最爱的老师也总是逃得远 When the swallows are gone, there are times when they come again; the peach blossoms are thankful and there are times when they are reopened; the willows are withered, and when they are green again, but why is it that my joyful elementary school days are gone forever? Looking back at yesterday, it seems that I was still The meeting teacher will hold him (her) tightly and innocently say a “teacher ” child, and now, when I see my favorite teacher, I always flee away.