花开花落,云卷云舒。时间就这样悄无声息地消逝着,而一部分过了保质期的记忆也在这时光长河中,与我失去了联系。有一个人就处于这个境地的边缘,但我不想把他给遗忘,于是我努力地去回忆他,因为他是我的第一个老师!坐在窗边,眺望着窗外的世界,风轻轻撩起散落的发丝。手中紧握着一张与学前班同学,老师们的合照。回忆着那似熟 Flowers bloom, cloud cirrus. Time disappeared quietly, and part of the memory of the expiry date also in this time, lost contact with me. One man is on the verge of being in this position, but I do not want to forget him, so I try hard to remember him because he is my first teacher! Sitting by the window, overlooking the world outside the window, the wind gently From the scattered hair. Hands clasped with a preschool classmates, teachers photo. Memories that familiar