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在讲台上寻寻觅觅,找些试卷,找些粉笔,抑或找些散落的思想,嫁接到一个个日渐丰盈的脑袋,会开出一朵朵灿烂的花吗?粉笔我拄着一根粉笔,快乐轻快地走着,走过了一载又一载,走过了春夏秋冬。尽管脚下泥泞不堪,尽管一路荆棘遍地,我依然健步如飞,怡然自得。粉笔很瘦弱,总是一副细柳腰的样子,亭亭玉立,弱不禁风,似乎一碰就会粉身碎骨。而粉笔这瘦弱的身躯架在愚昧和文明之间的桥梁上。我小心翼翼地拄着粉笔“咚咚”地敲着愚昧,清脆悦耳。每天清晨,
Seeking papers on the podium, looking for papers, finding some chalk, or finding some scattered ideas, grafting one day more and more abundance of the head, will give a blossoming flowers it? Chalk I was holding a piece of chalk, Happy walking lightly, walked for a while carrying a load, through the seasons. Although muddy at the foot, despite all the thorns everywhere, I am still vigorous, contented. Chalk is very thin, always a look of fine willow waist, slim, fragile, it seems a touch will be frail. The thin body of chalk stands on the bridge between ignorance and civilization. I cautiously leaning on the chalk “pound ” knocking stupid, crisp and sweet. Every morning,