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我和孙女同在一所具有近百年校史的北京立新学校，不过我教高中二年级，孙女上小学二年级。我爱孙女倒不是因为她朝霞一般的脸上闪着两颗启明星一样的眼睛，而是她那一双白嫩得像芦芽似的小手。这学期，每当升国旗的时候都是她那双手挥动着有力的拍节，指挥小学部的同学高唱《
I and my granddaughter are in a newly established Beijing school with a history of nearly a hundred years, but I teach the second year of high school and my granddaughter is in the second grade of primary school. I do not love her granddaughter, not because her glowy eyes flash with two Venus eyes, but her little white hands that resemble aloe. This semester, whenever the flag is rising her hands waving a strong beat section, the primary school students command singing "