27年前,我19岁。那年的9月10日,我刚刚在三尺讲台站满7天。记忆把我带到了青涩的那一天——走在路上,我寻思着:第一个教师节我将收到什么样的礼物和祝福呢?怀揣着满满的期待,我走进了校园。在校门口等待我的班长满脸焦急地拉着我去医务室,边走边说:“晨扫时,林同学‘老毛病’又犯了,用扫帚打了张同学。张同学眼角直流血,不知道眼球有没有受伤。”我听得又紧张又生气,三 27 years ago, I was 19 years old. On September 10 of that year, I just stood seven days at the three-foot platform. Memories took me to the young day - walking on the road, I wondered: What kind of gifts and blessings will I receive the first Teacher's Day? With full expectations, I walked into the campus. Waiting for my squad at the school gate face anxiously took me to the infirmary, walked and said: “morning sweep, Lin fellow 'old problems' again, playing with a broom Zhang students. , I do not know if there is eye injury. ”I heard nervous and angry, three