做音乐教师的每一天,常常是我还来不及喝口水润润干涩的嗓子,下一个班级的学生已欢天喜地地走进了音乐教室。一张张笑脸像早春的蓓蕾,好甜;像一个个跳动的音符,好美!于是,就在这样的一天天里,我的日子鲜活了,我的人生丰富了。记得那是一个细雨霏霏的周末,购物归来,疲惫充盈着我的身心,提着大包小裹的我像皮球一样被挤进了车厢。正在我站立不稳时,一个稚嫩的,不乏欣喜的声音在车厢里响起:“老师您坐!”随即我的身子便不由自主地被拉到座位上。眼前这个站立着的小 Every day when I was a music teacher, it was often too late for me to drink saliva and dry my throat, and the next class of students happily entered the music classroom. Smiling like buds in early spring, so sweet, like beating notes, so beautiful! So, on such a day, my life is alive and my life is enriched. I remember it was a drizzle of the weekends, shopping return, exhausted filled with my body and mind, carrying a large parcel wrapped like a ball, I was squeezed into the compartment. While I was standing still, a young, delightful voice sounded in the compartment: “The teacher sat!” My body was involuntarily pulled into my seat. This is standing in front of the small