“墙角数枝梅,凌寒独自开,遥知不是雪,为有暗香来。”我至今清楚记得第一次听到这首诗时的情景。那是刚上小学的时候,顽皮的孩子整日里热衷于疯跑叫嚷,安静地坐在教室里听课对我来说还真是一桩苦差事,可是,当新来的语文老师轻轻地读,不算美丽 “Corner of the number of plum, Ling Han alone open, the remote is not aware of snow, there is dark incense to. ” I still remember the first time I heard this poem scene. It was when I first went to primary school. The naughty child was crazy about ranting throughout the day. Quietly sitting in the classroom listening to class was really a chore. However, when a new language teacher gently read Not beautiful