此一时刻的阳光清清冷冷的,而春天已透出了暖意。我知道,冬时萎去的那些小草再过些时日就会复生,而那个写《小草在歌唱》的诗人雷抒雁,却永远地走了!虽然我知道,我们每一个人,早早晚晚都会离去,可是,在这样一个醒转来就看见了窗外的鸟儿在枝头上鸣唱的清早,我还是不愿意相信,我熟悉并敬重的一个师长就这样走了!泪水的迷濛里,时光,就像一条凝滞了的河道,黑白色彩的水, This moment of the sun is clear and cold, and spring has revealed a warmth. I know that those grass that wilt in the winter will come back to life after a while, and the poet who wrote “The Grass Is Singing”, Lei Swan, has gone forever! Although I know that each of us, Early in the evening will leave, however, in such a waking up to see the birds singing out of the window early in the morning, I still do not want to believe that I am familiar with and respected teacher so go! Of the mist, the time, like a stagnant river, black and white color of water,