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一个人从小到大总会遇到许多老师,闭上眼睛,他们的音容笑貌在记忆的时空里,或者清晰,或者模糊,犹如夜空中那点点星辰,闪烁着纯净的光亮。我的启蒙老师邬老师,在我的脑海里永远定格成一位二十岁左右的美丽温柔的女老师。我能清晰地记得那年夏天,她穿着撒满小蓝花的白色裙子,带着我们在学校门前的大柳树下上课的情形。那时候,校门外种着两排高大的柳树,常遮挡出一大片阴凉,她在树干上挂一小黑板,我们就围坐在周围,认真地
From childhood to age, a teacher meets many teachers and closes his eyes. Their memories and emotions are either clear or vague, just like the little stars in the night sky flashing pure light. My enlightenment teacher Wu, in my mind will be forever set as a 20-year-old beautiful gentle female teacher. I can remember vividly that summer she wore a white dress with small blue flowers and took us to class under the big willow tree in front of the school. At that time, there were two tall rows of willow outside the school gate, often blocking a large shade. She hung a small blackboard on the trunk and we sat around, earnestly