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夏至前后,是栀子花开的时节。走在乡间的小路上,空气中弥漫着淡淡的栀子花香,沁人心脾。目光循着香味搜寻,只见山坡上长着一丛栀子花,碧绿的枝叶衬托着洁白的花朵,给人带来强烈的视觉冲击和无比的愉悦。它飘然逝去的清香留在我的指尖,把我的思绪带回到过往的时光,往事如电影般回放。1988年7月,我中师毕业,被分配到一所离县城50多千米的偏僻小学,担任五年级数学教师兼班主任。第二年7月,我送走了从教生涯的第一届毕业生。那天上午,我双手抱着一叠毕业证书,像往常
Before and after the summer solstice, it is the gardenia season. Walking in the country road, the air filled with a touch of gardenia flowers, refreshing. Eyes follow the fragrance search, I saw a group of gardenia flowers on the hillside, green branches set off a white flowers, giving a strong visual impact and incomparable pleasure. It floated away in the fragrance of the fragrance left at my fingertips, my thoughts back to the past time, past events like a movie playback. July 1988, I graduated from the division, was assigned to a county more than 50 kilometers from remote primary schools, as a fifth grade mathematics teacher and teacher in charge. The following year in July, I sent away the first graduation from teaching career. That morning, my hands holding a stack of diplomas, as usual