站在窗前,凝神窗外,又是一个瑞雪纷飞的夜晚。那团团飞舞的雪花,在我眼中,俨然是广大群众悼念包校长的簇簇白花。难道天公也有情,也在为我们失去一位好校长而动容?我的眼睛湿润了,白雪映衬中,我仿佛看见包校长微笑着向我们走来。 Standing in front of the window, outside the window, but also a snow swirling night. The snowball that flew in that group was, in my eyes, a mere white patch of tribute to the principal of the package. Is Heaven also affectionate, but also for us to lose a good principals and moving? My eyes wet, snow white background, I seem to see the headmaster smiled and came to us.