午餐过后,总会带同学们去学校西北角的操场上转转,这成了我和同学间的默契。同学们像小马驹,在绿草如茵的草地上尽情追逐、翻滚。尔后,小鸟归林,围在我的周围,听我天马行空开讲“百家杂坛”:讲小狗“普拉”;讲信鸽“灰穹”;讲《我是一支爱写作的铅笔》;讲童诗……他们的心飞到了宁静美丽的原野上,在田埂上奔跑,在麦地里撒野……陆续地,有更多班级的老师带着学生来到这里。一茬茬、一堆堆,或做游戏,或聊天,沐浴阳光。老师席地而坐,似乎在进行教学,同学们听得相当投入,完全 After lunch, I always bring my classmates to the playground in the northwest corner of the school. This has become a tacit understanding between me and my classmates. Students like ponies, chasing the grass on the grass, rolling. Then, the birds return to the forest, surrounded by me, listen to me openly about “100 miscellaneous altar ”: about puppies “Pula ”; tell pigeon “gray dome ”; say “I am a Writing love pencils ”; talk about children’s poetry ... ... Their hearts flew to the quiet beautiful fields, ran in the fields, ran wild in the wheat fields ... One after another, there are more classes of teachers with students came here . A stubble, piles, or play games, or chat, bathing the sun. The teacher sitting on the floor, it seems that teaching, students have heard quite invested, completely