我真幸福,我是最后一个与这间教室说再见的人。第一次感到,独自打扫卫生也是一种恩赐。听,轻轻的,是谁在呼唤我的姓名? 是你吗?打着补丁的黑板。那长长的伤疤是你与空中飞来的足球亲吻的结果。老师曾无数次在你身上留下知识的印迹,那写下的是真理,擦去的是功力。或许老师对我们的爱就像轻柔而又洁白的粉笔灰,纷纷扬扬而又无孔不入。如轻风般萦绕你身边,当你回头去找寻时,才发现它早已在那积了厚厚一层。是你吗?已是千疮百孔的课桌椅。我轻轻地抚摸着你们,那儿仿佛还残留着同学们鲜活的气息和几十种不同的痕迹。几千个日 I am so happy. I was the last person to say goodbye to this classroom. For the first time, cleaning yourself is also a gift. Listen, gently, who is calling my name? Is it you? The blackboard is patched. The long scars are the result of your soccer kiss flying in the air. The teacher has left an imprint of knowledge on you many times. It is the truth that is written, and the skill is wiped. Perhaps the teacher’s love for us is like a soft and white chalk, and it’s rising all the time. As a breeze lingers around you, when you look back to find it, it is found that it has accumulated a thick layer. Is that you? It’s a scary desk and chair. I caressed you gently, and it seemed that there were still fresh breaths and dozens of different traces of the students. Thousands of days