树掩映着高楼,明窗穿飞出书声,听同学们纯真爽朗的笑声在校园上空久久回荡……这曾是我学生时代的期盼。而今身处于如此的情境之中,可以持一卷书,款步于楼高窗明的教室,跟孩子们一同成长,看一批又一批满怀美好理想的学生从这里放飞,自己也好像凝固在了青春年少时期。每一届学生被录取的喜悦总会打开我求学的记忆,让我捡拾起如竹简一般散落的往事,回味不已。 Tree hidden in tall buildings, Ming window wear fly out of the book, listen to students pure hearty laughter echoed on the campus for a long time ... ... This was my school’s expectations. And now in such a situation, you can hold a book, walk in the tall windows of the classroom, with the children grow together to see a group after another batch of beautiful ideal students to fly from here, they also seem to freeze At a young age. Every student was admitted to the joy of always open my memory of learning, let me pick up like bamboo slips of the past, memorable.