初为人师的日子里,我总是喜欢聆听范睿的埙曲《追梦》《睡莲》《悲凉笛声》和《布列瑟农》,心头弥漫着淡淡的忧伤,一种古典的诗意充盈着整个书房。乡村,一片清明丽质,一派生机盎然。在乡村教书,耳濡目染乡音土韵,吮吸饱蘸草木清馨的空气,在寂静中,拥有了那种鲲鹏展翅南飞的道家情怀和陶渊明采菊东篱下的恬淡怡然。温暖的春天,大地松动了,绿色潮水般从生命的那一边浸溢过来。油菜和小麦的 In my early days as a teacher, I always like to listen to Fan Rui’s song “Dream”, “Water Lily,” “Sirens of Shame,” and “Bressanone,” with a touch of sadness and a kind of classical poetic filling The whole study. Village, a clear and bright nature, a school full of vitality. Teach the country in the village, monasteries accentuating accent, suck the grass dipped in grass Xin air, in silence, with the kind of Kunpeng wings flying South Taoist feelings and Tao Yuanming Chrysanthemum Tiara under the tranquil and cheerful. Warm spring, the earth is loose, green tide overflows from the side of life. Rape and wheat